The Stranger

I'll apply fact to the matter as a matter of fact - Fact doesn't matter. I'm a time traveler, through mind travel, possibilities unfathomable. Rather call a truce instead of battling dudes, 'cause I lack the unbattleable lyrics that other rappers produce - In other words, I'm not too good yet... I'll only spit what my mindset happens to induce, from past, to the future, and the present. and I'll only spit with the intention of resonating a malleable essence. Trouble? Forget it - S***, a vibe like this is nothing to mope around with. Sober for weeks - with love for my music and girl like this - no need to take another hit... Success is in tact but there's still scattered parts of an emotional disaster to gather. A staggering semi-mastery of blasphemous metempsychosic abuse through psychological self-battery; actually self-betterment, for the sake of adversity. Almost gradually, rapture comes back to me to reattach my physical being to my mind happily - that's the first time in a while... Just an incomplete Hip-Hop verse that I figured I would post here... The Stranger.