streams of thought brought to you by the author
himself, think bulimics over porcelain knelt 
every portion is felt, it's more than just words conjoined
to form verse, to whom it concerns this is the purge   
so follow me and pardon need for honesty
Ralph Tresvant about my artistry so part of me
is reluctant to bust this none of your business
yet i insist, this is the burden and the gift
of the rapper autobiographical, whose songs 
will live long after his last gasp of oxygen,
documented my truths and consequences
saga of bartering my soul for prominence
'til seeing big picture three dimensional iMax
Chose to bypass the inevitable climax 
thus i'm back beginning from scratch a cyclical
path spitting akin to how I did in my past
catch me rollin', staring at the world through my three eyes
tagging #teamgrind on the green line dreaming up
rhyme schemes with crazy flair, could stack my ducats
from a lazy chair ghostwriting for puppets with baby hair
instead i'm carving my own tunnel with plastic ware
fully aware nobody has to care
like if a cd drops and nobody around cops it
does it contain sound? I ponder this topic while I
hustle like Balboa running through the soviet snow
scaling mountains and the loneliest roads
and not looking as well off, folks barking i fell off
their commentary’s more colorful than Clark Kellogg’s
trying to keep my head on, it's swiveling lately
wanting to be an honest man Christopher Tracy
but the stay free mind state struggle to secede from
still learning how to give and receive love
come to be driven by a purpose less submissive
so the verses speak of freedom not churches or religion
a missionary ready for death, heavy intent
can't afford any missteps, but guaranteed my share
of scaring landings, air 'em in my various ramblings
when i'm talking to my audience sorta like Gary Shandling   
live in studio, a complicated movie role
amalgamation of the Cable Guy and Truman Show
raised by entertainment, born and bred to be
broadcasted, our populous has been catfished
seduced by scripted reality television, through
viewing repetitious unable to tell the difference
smart phone celebrities, personal paparazzi
post pretentious photos and philosophies that’s not deep
rebels with no real cause to pick up arms for
killing in mass, innocent clapped, get no encores
excuse the diatribe, side effect of attention deficiency
that’s my cue to end this expeditiously so
i'll roll the credits with no pretty bow packaging
smacking the wrap it up box button on my babbling
cliffhanger conclusions, will he chose
advancing the movement or grandeur delusions
underachieve or be a leader and teacher
righteous, meager, you’ll have to hear it to believe it so
just lend an ear, I’ll offer my heart for it
every part pour if you can afford storage
spill on the track as if, I gotta rap to live
which is accurate, so I splash it with
streams of thought brought to you by the author
himself, think bulimics over porcelain knelt,
every portion is felt, it’s more than just words conjoined
to form verse, to whom it concerns this was the purge...

peace.