Battle me, ill thrash thee into dust
Warrior spirit bust with a carnage thrust to ya chest
Evolving the sun into my godliness throne
But the moon says i make her moan
So i gotta plant my seeds into her lunar drones
Midnight admission, crackhead addictions
Street corner benedictions
Minotaur inscription ending in nothingness
Its best that opal u-turns, burn the scar deep within
Dragon blends seethe swords conceived tainted lore
Belize believe nothing else comes close, cuz i wrote IN'I gourds
African soldiery and more, strike existence snare
Pour youth between thin air blocks columbine shocked
Aviators rocked I flew higher than they ever got
Stocks and bonds cropped akuma slash block
My talents germinate brain waves optimistic in nature
Irreligious vapors incompetent
Money rules the defense soon to trial, convictions vile
Shape up son, close is judgment interaction won
Unless hector had the gun and he was the one by your side
Categories:
akuma, history
Form: Free verse