My base form garnered strength thanks to experience

Of living in a world that dealt me blows to my interior

Sirius light shines bright enough to make us visible

When night skies descend over the heads of every listener

Listen up, this is not an obligated sermon

It's a volley to determine if my body can take burning

From pressure which measures up to the suns divine nourishment

For time I'll spit a folly to exonerate nervousness

Aiming towards the borderline of dope and transcendence

Where the sentences I write go on until I want to end them

The crescendo kept them hoping that they'd feel the release

Of climax, times that by like, 50 at least

Now you got yourself a sum that's too large for calculation

Which amalgamates in error cos your ears cannot take it

But the basis shall remain just as it was before the caving of the head

Came in to play due to the words that have been stated: This is Overkill

Word of mouth stabbed them in the heart with

Something that I've longed for to place back in that compartment

I remember walking back from class to my apartment upset, because I always felt like I was outsmarted by the system, my peers, rules, life, et cetera

So I devised a plot to take them out with art instead of a

Highly sought out type of harmful kind of oddity

Which in the end avoided aid of psychopharmacology

I swallowed these capsulated rhymes condensed

And spit them back up for they act as my first line of defense

The time lapse hit me harder than the train I would quest with

To see the sights or attend shows to fuel my gift

Still tristful. Trying to accommodate charisma

If it wasn't for the fistfuls of my hair I would be blissful

Trying hard to chisel out myself a tiny little piece

Of satisfaction from a world that's been riddled with disease, hierarchy and hypocrisy

Fire-starting odyssey routes when standing still because it's obvious that bothers me

My form is an anomaly. Uncommonly found amid

The witness's eyes during a litmus test round

What a let down. Parading with no 'S' on my chest

Creating is never first. It sits at 2nd at best

The first spot goes to planning on how to leave the nest

With my superfluous moves, I need more lessons in chess

So get it out now. My thick skin renders your needles useless

See the blueprints? My map lacks bridges like Beatles' music

That's the problem for I harp instead of building overpasses

Aware the past passed but I can't get passed it. It sounds drastic Crucify a man for being honest

For what you've tuned into, better brace yourself like orthodontists

When that bomb hits

Flipping off big brother's lens tends to bite back the authority by

Ripping off their heads

And when all is said and done you can leave your aggression

People tend to feel better when they go to confession

I guess that any method works better than suppression

Because if kept in, you'll be the next to catch wreck