Always Been A Part Of Being Me

Bespell by presentation
The swells of every statement
That gel without abasement

A capella sprays when I'm blazing
Rocking Hell out of Zazen
Chalk it to an unwell nation...

Torn and twisting
Born of the system
Formed from the wishing

Of what those norms were missing!
Unwinding so many crimes between the lines
My tomes quake and bust

Blunt rhymes to remind what's misaligned
My dome aches past the crust
Run blind past the frontlines rounding bars I pound

Sometimes I stumble and find thousands of stars on the ground
Um, damn! Scan-sign stay fine! Like quarks revealing what's eternally concealed?
I fumbled into a minefield! Sparks of steel wormed by my heels will turn me into a burnt meal!

I'm prone to escape shit...
Because I own up to aching bits
The snapping crimes that slap my mind?

Are traps that blind, and in my tomes escape in a blitz.
My bonus japes for this are my way of atone-ing for what's
Remade in escapist fantasy splits. My own play to stake this.

Poems slake my shit until my onuses are abated.
So when groaning ghosts wake me to chit?
Chat and feed me their stack?

I'm a'ight with that. Fits my needs right back.