big rube interlude

i have thoughts within thoughts

conscience inceptions perceived through the conceptions of fights i've been for

the battle of freedom raged as i waged against the tyrannical mechanics of the architects of my enslavery

not just body and mind

but economic status

so i dreamed of this apparatus to immortalize my determination and petrify my anger

convey the emotions of a nation

terrorized from constant danger

not a hero but a truth sayer

not a politician

a preacher

magician or soothsayer

merely a dreamer with the muse of rhythmic inscription

a talent that many perceive is said to be a gimmick of encryption

a seamless spring of seemingly meaningless strings of useless info

for those that crave nothing more than the tales of abuse to some nympho

or perhaps

the epic saga of the million dollar necklace

how you ride huge rims

make cocaine swim and then end up in jail for being reckless

rarely

can i respect the oblivious nature of ignorant fables

i will not sell my soul or lose control

reel up with my folk and still put food on my table