And then some

Through every channel I’ll handle what’s in my bones.
Prone to blare and flow what’s carried in my marrow-
Rife and wild is my lifestyle!
Confiscate my mental vault?
Can’t escape developments that tremble open faults!

Scratch my head, catch was unsaid.
Back to the ground, eyes on the sky
Tracking the sound of lies
Matching distraction, the Crown of Disguise!

Law abiding?
Try raw vibing from a jaw of lightning!
Absolved but the night still clings.
Like Jason Bourne or the Children of the Corn.
Deities see our dailies as slasher porn

A warning to those who made the wicked decision
Tricky politicians playing “We the People”
I was born of the system.
Head split, raised eating shit, like a dung beetle.
So I got no need to be discrete and legal.

I’m past it.
My facets are 3-D like polyhedrals.
Not a day was wasted.
Not a drop forgot.
Even after a million bowls of Sour Diesel.
This villain empowers the people.
Scour for weasels.
Their planetary plans are my canvas.
Their bones are my easel!

Have we calmed down?
Nah my salve is to bomb your whole town!
Liquid licks release valve, from a pond in the ground.
Formed of brimstone and acid rain.
Within this tome is every rackets’ pain!
I don’t yield to shit!
Uncreation is just a field trip!

The circumstances of my dance?
Spur me to chance and cancel your whole mantle
Like Project Highjump, I’ll fly over chumps
An extraction on conformist actions
And sympathizers with middle class reactions
Those aren’t even real opinions!
Just a cringe from trading the hidden
Fear what’s outlasting to shear it
As a spiritual transaction?
I’ll have the last laugh son!