(BUSS DOWN)
I drop solidly astronomically sound, see... I a preordained lyrical prodigy.
Falling from the depths of innerspace to the surface of the planet Out Of Place.
Shit just ain't all seems in the city of Sold On A Dream where poverty is the reality or so it seems.
So many lost in the State Of Confusion, lost in a world of illusion.
I supersonic in a freefall of fiery rain, a scab to sooth the blinding pain.
Son born at the heart of an exploded Sun, hue-man and universal one.
In the triple stages developed knowledge, they don't teach this in college.
Blazing and blinding, mesmerizing and binding, fused and winding.
Web of spider weaved so intricately that it moves in the breeze, so many ensnared in position bended knee.
Eyes squeezed shut as reality passes by, Angels in jalsa cry.
I drop hypnotically. I a product of an orchestrated society.
Oh the tragedy... Oh the travesty.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
