Who Am I

I refer back to my descendants with ativistic charcteristics, Hit the beat with a punchline and regurtitate on it's existance, Where did Skitzo arrive from, is he a miracle from the Heavens? Through the mist and the fog, Skitzo traveled to Earth in seconds But he's not a person, he's a person's soul, and the person's release Through all betrayal and agony, he walked through Gethsemane Skitzo's a prodigy, a walking wolf in sheeps unwearable clothing, Reverse the metaphors, like sitting in the bath while the tub is soaking The majority of the cuts, didn't bleed blood, they inked lead, Never scarred up just kept inking until this was no bloodflow in his head Living brain dead, flowing rhymes more than he flows thoughts, the Mixed Metaphorical Artist, poetry is the fight that he fought Indescribable talent beyond unimaginable heights, Over the rainbow Skitzo rests, while his voices tell him what to write, Multiple personalaties speak from all different directions, As an infant he was injected with ink, now he hands out metaphorical infections Through rhymes I let the fury loose, like a pyroclastic flow The type of mayhem that turns entire villages to cold stone, Skitzo lives through me, lives recycled as I bathe in the fountain of youth I'll live my life, then like a computer Skitzo will reincarnate and reboot Indeed it's true, the code to his knowledge is undecipherable to the blind, He's got a magnetic mind, trigger it and watch the Earth and the sun collide Blinded by schools "education system" what does pulchritude mean to a kid? Pulchritude is the beautiful techniques he picked up when he hid Through chain reactions, making transactions with his sight and his mind, What he writes down on paper proves he's the only one of his kind, But what kind is that? A poverty struck poetic skate rat? With a pen as a bat, poetry strikes as hard as a fully loaded gat Skitzo's cerebrum functions, beyond scientific belief, The way the I speak, you would think some one is talking directly through my teeth, Cautious to think, always wary but paranoid at the least, So through the metaphors, get to know me, learn the language I speak