every time i try to go to sleep, i'm awakened and accompanied by thoughts,
in a physical world, but the mental realm got me caught,
so i turn the volume knob up, because organized sound is the cure right now
just got off the shower, where the ideas and light bulbs start to come out
forgot most of it, so Imma type what I was able to scrap
not really into knowledge, imagination is where I plan to grasp
imagination overwhelming, what is even possible
whatever seems right, I write whatever is plausible
i'll clear it out, I ain't unhappy, depressed, or confused
but my thoughts are black, experiences come up when highly infused
a section cut up is a reflection re-upped
another past episode, another re-run
repetitive, in some cases, very incentive, i told y'all i was prolific
the mother ship of the body is the brain so that is the civic
I got this burning ambition that I just really want to cross
I got this perfect image that I just really want to gloss
I'll be a traveling man when I'm grown so i can add on whats already in my head
crack my skull, spill the photos and poetry, see what left in the back of my head
that's everything else, that nobody ever sees
love from everyone I care about, but buried under the seas
and constantly clouded, stayin sight of 'em trees
so when I take action on something, then I gotchu in my head
may not see the show , but guaranteed its there, embedded
but somethin doesn't happen because in my head it nothin'
guilty by putting no effort, losin, just a whole lotta bluffin
quick to leave, because I plan to breathe the cool breeze
so im out again, chillin, but really, we freeze
like cold hearts, icy sharp like darts
a write of passage, just one out of a million parts
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