I Am That Seed

If I could stand in front of a mirror of truth I would whisper dreams of my future. I would let that future echo in my past in hopes to live in a brighter now. For now contains what I am and always will be. And what I am, was, and always will be is that seed. I am that seed, I am that seed, I am that bastard seed that swam from the deeps of darkness to heavenly eyes and a ghostly face. A face that cant be arrange so it leaves it misplaced. Misplaced by many which enforced the hate. The hate that breathes waves of fire from the mind, body and soul of what some call the sun but really just a formulation of what I am. I am that seed, I am that seed, I am that seed. Yes I am that seed a seed that set root even when the other root left the room so my mother wouldn't name me after him. So I be spitting at him from behind because I'm not the son of that reject. I am before that, I am before, I am before, before. Before him wasn't death it was eternity so in death I will speak only in eternity and let my voice be heard. For my dreams don't have to be deferred. And I'll be scrapping my dreams from nightmares and let my nightmares haunt in my past. For the past has been beating my ass. And I'll be having dreams that don't go disturbed. For my dreams is my voice being heard. But some say its too late. For my past has been infected by time but some of this **** is before my time I need more time, I need more time. But it's too late as the seconds drip off I look left to right, right to left but nothing is there. For I'm here at the end of the road which is the beginning of my road of my time. And I ask...where my haters at? Don't tell me my haters got dusted in time. For they thought I was in their time. I guess they didn't realize I was ahead of their...time.