breathe in old spirits left behind movements made to colonize the mind with useless facts and understanding programmed coordinates on a lifelong bearing the rythmic pulse of middle management the middle class in their mid-sized sedan drinking thier medium coffee or maybe you like tall either way it's 3 bucks for hot water strained through beans. tasty tho, and passivly you submit to prison sex. dry. and you say i'm high but baby i'm on solid ground it's you who are sinking into the abyss. i innovate and imaginate and contemplate upon the things that need concentrate and profoundly expound upon this round pound which resounds in my brain. and i maintain this rythmic verse and i could do this sans the curse but fuck it i will say what i say and do what i do and i have a spirit that's strong do you? if God be with me, whom shall i fear and when my time is near the time i spend here will remind me of who i used to be and what i once was and i will grow and trust in god foremost but also in myself and my cockiness is pride, but my humility will be known. this is birth. the first 19 years in vitro now it's time to go. and i know i will make it. the spirit is strong in me. and i will be who i be. this shit's getting harder sometimes it get's me broke down but a man recovers and goes on. so i push do you're worst i will never reverse or revert it's just perverted to even consider that i would give up or start backing down. when i've tried so hard and gained so much ground.and so i find when i colonize my mind i walk un-blind and can see the vegatation through the forest of gas stations sky scrapers and burning lights shining bright to block out the night and i wonder if the world was dark at night would everybody still be so damn scared?