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16.12.2015 

Part 2

Call me a consciousness conspiracy theorist but wise,
I dig out many lies while being surprised, 
So I rewire with the motivation of desire,
Cause I want the rest!!!
As I try my heart felt best,
I'm feeling this all as a test,
I digest and invest in systems with high probabilities, 
Ya see, 
These so called truths are hard to prove, they’re possibilities, 
Do you read my words? nah ya tee me up like an unaware referee, 
Technical just like subliminal messages waged and played through,
Dirty deeds, these weeds don't please me and cause me to leave, 
But how do we leave and ignore all these tricks,
They stick like Hollywood flicks,
Dam are we all just part of the matrix,
I'll be here always deciphering all the programming real quick,
Those that are ramming all the information bits,
That are used with a strategic hit and destroy the spiritual unfit,
Using Reserve money from scumbags with fat tragic stacks,
Of physical magic cause were all trapped into it,
Feeding it with sick minds believing we need it,
Then we go and invest in it so you become it,
But I rather find wise words and dip them in Chrome,
So they reflect light shining bright off the top of the dome,
A word narrator warrior roaming on a journey to conquer,
The lures roots turning our experience to ignorance quicker,
Looking once, looking twice, taking inner advice, I slice and dice,
So concise as I turn the tables, unable to continue in a unstable fable,
Rising up, and on the attack, so turn the tables to our capabilities,
Quincy Mac always coming with steez with words like these, 
Using feasible tweezers that can see.....so,
I remove the splinters mindfully, 
Officially and always peacefully,
My my……….. As life fly’s by,
Don’t deny the mind,
Or the third eye.

Quincy Mac
date written: 16.12.2015
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