Thinkin to myself, of, bout myself
As an ideology, bein solipsist
Are you real or a fantasy, livin frugally, regally, legally, of
The inanity or reality, a rhapsody
Owin no fealty to anythin grimy, slimy
Inside or outta me, becomin the calamity, faculty
Of promiscuity, the principality of denial
In the survival of a lie, adlibbed as an alibi
Hidden behind, on da side, ridin on a flight of fancy
Answerin the question of who I be, in the dramedy of ignorance
Life as a chance, choice voiced, pigeon holed genius, the genus of death
Birthed in strife, bred, bled, led to the water
Which was bitter, but I had to drink, thinkin to die
To defy, what I be, the demon seed, performin saintly deeds
A creed of believability, as I receive the baptism of division
Becomin the religion of me myself n I, diminished as I decide to be
Nobody, anybody, the shadow of doubt, fraught on a long walk
Talkin bout crawlin, bawlin, brawlin against soi di sant
Makin it up as I go along, grow upon
A quiet cacophony, in stereo symphony effect
Organizin, empathizin wit the mornin risin
Sleepwalkin thru the tulips of blasphemy
The epithet of larceny, what will it cost me, if the choice
Be up to me, consciously or unconscientious
Bein contentious against courage, the scourge of the self
Pushed by the graft n craft, in a raft of opportunity
The umbrage piqued by animus, addressin the spirit of passion
Becomin the fashion of philosophy, the psychology of intention
Lackin attraction, the attrition of wisdom
Dancin, romancin inscience, the dunce in the corner
Dispensin Noesis as a prognosis, forcastin probable cause
Disolvin recovery, frightened of discovery
Hopin there is a remedy, not the terminal darkness
Like a hardened artery, in the anatomy of insanity
The monarchy of normalcy, split by personalities
Fathomin the generosity of selfishness, the selfless
Philanthropy of misanthropy, witnessin misogynistic tendencies
Are you a member of society, under sobriety
Sirin desire to light the fires of confusion
Sufferin the contusions of illusion
Prudently relentless in the pursuit of happiness
Bein the hot topic, in the land of the tropics
Sly answers fallin like rain drops
On deaf ears n sightless eyes, bein surprised
Appraised by the conquest of distress
Wantin to rest, not be a pest, but can’t fall the test
If ya worse or the best, finessin congress
Arguin the thought, to be or not to be
Addressin just what is reality, the blurry sights
Or outright clarity, the rites of passage
From a savage to bein human n back again
Laughin, lappin, rappin bout bein a G
As gravity holds ya down, clownin, drownin
Dribblin across the ground, paintin, faintin on the count down
To the end of the Game, proclaimin the lame
As the inheritors of the physical, tryin to be subliminal
Gettin preferential treatment, under resentment
If you have no Conscience, on a star trek
Seekin a semblance of respect, which ya outright reject
Bein an adjective in the lesson plans of mice n men
Livin in sin, adjustin ya depends, smellin the grin
Feelin the dung set in, modifyin the lens of indifference
As all of us are contenders, pretenders
Surrenderin to the beginners, new comers, at the slightest tremors
In search of synonyms, if ya aint an antonym
Or the syllogism, minor or major
As the origin of a question mark, lookin for an answer
As the Soul walks the park, in the dark
Goin thru livin Life, on a lark.