"Samson"

Grew up a fiend for the words making my pen bleed.
Drip on the paper like water to a seed,
I need room to breathe...Everday I escape,
shadow box my demonsbut ya'll cant see um,
Spar with imaginary reality, It bothers me. See,
Ten times ten men, and im trying to get in,
comin round the mountain from the fountain of truth,
I speak knowledge for the youth with an old souls roots.
I break loose,
like the one in the chamber on Russin Roulette,
I bring the most expected danger,could be life, could be death.
You attract your destruction, so my wisdom is not a threat.
Zig Zag Zig, Its a higher intellignace,
ant traveled the world but ive seen all its elements,
I been everywhere through my 3rd eye, the mind,
Dont look for God in the sky, but inside.

-AIM-