The soul master, i have ta, ask ya question

Are themasks actually an aid, in this masquerade or

Just mo’ deception, my vocal inflextion suggests

My answer molding the question, but dont take it personal

I wrote these, verses with full, understanding

That knowledge is endangered on the face on this planet

Im no commander, just another damaged soul

On the road of becoming, what i know to be true

I gotta snout for a nose, and my flows are a nuse

Wrapping around the neck of kings like egyptian jewels

Frozen in tombs, my cold poems were chosen as proof

To, represent the youth, on the road to becoming

Youngins all over the globe, only chance is to challenge

So we fighting for all of em, each word is a tactic

We ain't backing down until the system dismantled

N Unnattatches like action free from karma

Following the dharma, n forming a sangha

Like heat turns cold brick into molten lava

N flowing magma, i have ta, ask a question

Do you love what you do or do what you love?

That shits hard, no errection to say in words, the poet’s challenege

Is their own invention, such a blessing

Paid my dues, claimed my vows n now

I walk to the beat of my own drum n own direction

[My only confession is my only possesion

Never lonley n upset man, my homies are my lessons

Im learning every moment, so no moment is dull

Rhymes infinite, my book will always be complete, but never full, I said]x2