I Love God and I pray he makes my rhymes illa
But still poetry is dead if poetry doesn’t kill yaa
Still I beat bars like the chest of a gorilla
I’m making mental cents, I aint flowin for scrilla
Only God knows the truth bout evthang
All other views are men’s flawed interpretations
From inorganic space critters to marine biology in the deepest oceans
Humankind is kind – off human with traces of DNA of other creatures
Devouring dead bodies, our fridges as mortuaries
Bodies of celestial beings substituted for genetic mutating Soya Beans
Reality aint what it seems..... Reality aint what its seems....
Excreting fertilizing bacterial organisms
There’s nothing civilised about humans, that’s just a defence mechanism
Proven wrong by one’s own bodily function...
Reality is not what it seems reality is not what it seems, realit.................
