my inspirational abilities
inspire creativity. That have you fiendin' for my rhymes
like a coke fiend stuck with
nicotine.
Because I see and paint the sky green.
Which makes the mundane and feeble minded criticize me.
As if you know me.
Unknown to the b****ing devil
always followings me.
And yet when I confide m philosophies.
All I get is angels laughing at me.
Because in their realities
My philosophies
Though actualities. Don't register in there minds like a piece of s*** in the penitentiary.
like the thousands of people who refused to believe that the Earth was a sphere.
So let me make this abundantly clear.
My mind is my own
not yours to steer