Don't think too much about it

Just start to write it down

Things come in from the spiritual realm

And start working on your behalf when you do that

I'm tryna balance circuitry within my brain storms

But electric currents multiply as my pain swarms

Well the bars emergent from the hardest workin mind congested

By the turbulence in Pieces of Dreams like Stanley Turrentine

Thought clouds stimulate my dome at lightning speed

Synergies of energy sprouted all around me

I saw my darkness turn to light, it manifested through my ink

The words resuscitate my sight and answer questions as I sink

Deep between the lines, fingers slippin tryna grasp

Vines as I slide like sand in an hourglass

Land turn to powder ash, I retain my battle stance

Claimed by the avalanche, a flame in my fragile hands

That's my writin process

Tell me if you know a more enticing option

For us to get our thoughts across it's life or coffins

I'm just tryna write through the nights I'm lost in

Carve a hole up in my dome, hopin to find

A holy scroll, afloat inside the oceans of my mind

Packaged in a bottle and aligned with divine twine

But I'd be blind to define this as my design

Cause it's more metaphysical, allure sort of mystical

I long for intrinsic pull to get a sword and split my skull

Let that luminous light leak lavishly

As the bluest of skies creeps casually

I realize beauty lies in this unraveling

At times, transmitting the signal is what I'm battling

But everything's clear, the moment I'm still

My hands are free, I'm holding the quill

That's my writin process

Tell me if you know a more enticing option

For us to get our thoughts across it's life or coffins

I'm just tryna write through the nights I'm lost in

Cough, cough, gosh

All right let's see... Spore Attic

Spore Attic? Ah, here it is, 7, 7

Agh, always takes like 20 years, jesus

Come on now, just need to get to 7

God finally, cough

What? It's disgusting

So Dirty