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In many ways your being sways,
Ask for better days, seeing what surrounds us as the matrix haze,
Fill ya temples layers with divinely shinning sun rays,
Be gone, go away ignorance that can't comprehend what I’m saying,
Boom it hit cha, is there room for futuristic bangs, bringing in scripture?
Visions scripted and travel here from the future,
Are you sure you're ready?
The word, bringing word up story rhyme’s showing us,
Alluring poetry hella dope,  
Broke and awoken, 
Interstellar knowledge meets you, 
Intrigued,
This leads my being,
Instead of weak minded rubbish,
Change your situation if you need to, 
Wishing?  Me?  No way! 
I’m like the healthy rain water I drink every day, 
With third eye eyesight and vision,
I see the bleeding,
You have heard it before but saw nothing, 
Rushing waves of uncontrollable internal chatter, 
Splatters your brain, lapses and collapses  
Shattering what? I don't know!  
But having flow putting on a show of poetry,
Sweet sounds like whistling birds is my thing, 
Ringing bells I hear, 
Alarms feel like swear words yelling in ya ear, 
Aware of awareness can be obtained, 
I chose to seek what's contained outside the box, 
Lost if you enter untrained, 
As I say, poets playing with words bringing new concepts in different ways, 
Sustainable status as strong as a bus but can crash,
Stash wise wisdom before ya brain becomes mash, 
Words may lash out at you becoming beliefs, 
But they are concepts! Not personal! 
These are written for me and all, 
But fools will always ignore the ballers, 
Worst is the acceptance of never coming 1st, 
I strive to be the best I can be through scripts heard, 
I hit the notes and sounds leave my throat, 
Levels of quantum learning continuing to be a challenge, 
Lesson learnt, I believe I'm the best because I know I am, 
I need to examine my ego and let go? 
Nah!!! 
I'm heading down a road, Is it my path? I don't know,
But I’m still sowing seeds, 
Growing into ancient necessities for growth with rhythm rhyming melody, 
Check out my history, 
A mystery with mass poetic weaponry,
Repping what I invest in, 
I live for this!

Quincy Mac
Date Written: 26.8.2016
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