Trapped Inside The Matrix

[mcZu]

Parallel dimensions cross when I drop ink on my pad
Pharaoh missions blink by the sight of my wrath
So nothing left like the alternative of right
Something tells me I altered the path of might
That something might be my insight; lyrical might
Enemies in a period of freight, insist on getting it right
So I missed it when I lifted it up from its holder; a cup
Filled with the opposite of a blood; to night
Like the one thing that get’s Kal-el out of sight
So I shall sell a shell that will excel beyond sick mail
Not the opposite of a woman but whom could not fail
when he crosses like x my road; an axe with a broad
blade sharpened to harbor my lyrical fallacy is bars or;
A sip from that cup mentioned a couple of bars back
Green is what we people want; wisdom is what we lack
Though I wish; that seldom would be always in that
That refers to a sever sewer like move that suits facts
When you read a paragraph or graffiti graphed;
In red colors all over the wall in front of you; sad
Why?..well that red color is exactly what I drank
Though the opposite of what I referred to reversed back
Blank;
can’t see a thing, or is it black that surrounds my sins
my body gets loose like not wining; my axe soaked in
blood, bruises that have the color of past tense explosions
mixed up and we’re back at the problem at hand;
five fingers couldn’t address the stressing facts
The matrix has the fake vortex of greed trapped
In common context; hence the word ‘con’ with text
My text is strictly lyrical impression from hip hops vortex
Last period made by my ink after my last bar of rhymes
Makes the parallel dimensions dwell further aligned…