I feel so omnipotent. World Traveller, my father was an immigrant

Earth Magical, Chicago to the Pyramids, not in Vegas, In Egypt

The world is much bigger than. Your Block, Your Street, Your Tenements

Always remember the little things you’re momma tell you kid

When you discover your soul, they’ll try to sell you it

Then you learn love is as cold as a winner is or as the winter is

Sometimes, how the mirror is

A paradigm, you can see me off the Wall Like Palestine

I can’t even tell you how long I had to stare at mine

Till my reflection disappears and I can hear my mind

This isn’t the end, although we are the fear at times

Like love to a fighter

The heart of survival is written in the stars

As they guide you from lost to arrival

But can you see the light?

Aight, don’t worry we’ll be there in time

I feel so lost in the midst, GPS see me so large from the disk.
The sonar hit my dome hard then it skipped

And sent a satellite to afterlife in eclipse

Beyatch, I’m Falafelly Crisp

My sebagos are oftenly mohagony skinned

I search for models of Jordans at four in the morning

Until the thought of my people crossed at the border of Jordan

I-ronic how a palm reader see the future

While we are writing our song reaching for a past

I-conic how we all speak through computers

And end up as waves leaving earth at mass

If this is the moment to own it, do you work with cash?

I’m running low on credit, could you let it pass?

I’m indebted to the veterans that set the path

Yes I am the answer, I thought you’d never ask