I have thoughts within thoughts
Conscience inceptions perceived
Through the conceptions of fights I've been for
The battle of freedom raged as I waged
Against the tyrannical mechanics
Of the architects of my enslavery
Not just body and mind, but economic status

So I dreamed of this apparatus
To immortalize my determination and petrify my anger
Convey the emotions of a nation
Terrorized from constant danger
Not a hero but a truth sayer, not a politician
A preacher, magician or soothsayer

Merely a dreamer with the muse of rhythmic inscription
A talent that many perceive
Is said to be a gimmick of encryption
A seamless spring of seemingly
Meaningless strings of useless info
For those that crave nothing more
Than the tales of abuse to some nympho

Or perhaps, the epic saga
Of the million dollar necklace
How you ride huge rims, make cocaine
Swim and then end up in jail for being reckless
Rarely, can I respect the oblivious nature of ignorant fables
I will not sell my soul or lose control
Reel up with my folk and still put food on my table