on that 
wasnt in a rapping mood
High as I cannot be so
Forever Heights till forever more
so numb dull and vibrant
hypocritical silence
store warmth with death
anything happens
unraveled mysteries of prime
poems without rapping
Thus a king must be a gem
for one is a peasant
for rising suns serve purpose
of being high as the heaven
see once dro and much kush
lighted with intents of space
memory soul blankets
a sudden end of trace
so feel once more oh just once
because its right around the corner
through feeble use yet few adjust
through mental cutting borders
