Body City World

©2009 TRUspeak Independence

My premises: vacate. rhyme messages break fake
lines exit the face plate, times excellent, why mess with it?
rhythm body and earth, the city's probably burnt
I witness copies of work, I sit on top of this turf
I spit to conquer it, even though I've seen it grow
the pit is bottomless, breathing slow I feed the soul
changing the planet, dangerous stranded facing the cancerous
Answer in vain, insane famine and reign
I ain't standin it, paint canvas with pain
place panicin, great phantoms remain
In the body I feel it reveal itself
And this city's probably, willin to kill itself
And the world, well I've chosen my life's direction
The cypher session explodes,
I've broken your mind with method and clones
They've frozen the mind's connection, and though
We feel the globe and the universe, erode in abusive hurt
control

I've shown that I'm used to birth, revisiting sequences.
Even if I see the shift, changes I choose to flirt with.
In this life we continue to try to live,
violence gets removed from the muse, and I exist.
Greatness and beauty in the human interaction.
And the human interaction: a simple fraction to solve.
Civil action can talk, listen! That isn't wrong.
Rhyming is the life we live, rhythm tracked in a song.

I've got the sign of a genius, and on the Green Earth
It's like the flight of the phoenix, the fire rises beneath us
Nobody's rhymin as deep as the sacrifice its my rebirth
My appetite to grab the mic and teach first
It's not about the violent destruction we cause
The time is comin to pause and try to love for us all
If not then fuck it I'm gone, I see the change
It seems to be displayed in the deepest of human DNA
And understanding the fact, I've rearranged
To speak with music the frequent pain, that we create
human greed replaces the truest peace, the basic
congruency we face in the music scene
the statements that ruin beats ive made it my fluent dream
to change it, the youth'll see its greater than jewels and we
can take it to new degrees, and many would ask
yes its a fact, true indeed im ready for that

I've shown that I'm used to birth, revisiting sequences.
Even if I see the shift, changes I choose to flirt with.
In this life we continue to try to live,
violence gets removed from the muse, and I exist.
Greatness and beauty in the human interaction.
And the human interaction: a simple fraction to solve.
Civil action can talk, listen! That isn't wrong.
Rhyming is the life we live, rhythm tracked in a song.

Minutes passed in the faults, then the giant leap.
The body from the city to the world and we climb the peak.
We find completeness. I try the meekness.
But if I get distracted I'm reminded: sweetness
is the only flavor, and the bitter becomes the liquor.
And I see the benefit, even if I'm getting sicker.
And then I'm lifted; a total state of transcendence.
And then I witness the growth and change: the man's essence.

I've shown that I'm used to birth, revisiting sequences.
Even if I see the shift, changes I choose to flirt with.
In this life we continue to try to live,
violence gets removed from the muse, and I exist.
Greatness and beauty in the human interaction.
And the human interaction: a simple fraction to solve.
Civil action can talk, listen! That isn't wrong.
Rhyming is the life we live, rhythm tracked in a song.


 

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