Moving 99

If patience is a virtue then time is not meant to hurt you

But to get one to excel, propel to the next level

Don't mean to bust your bubble, but trouble is on the horizon like bison

The generals of the heavens are due for a visit

Is it the strong who will be protected

Or chosen for rejection

An imperfection in the system

NASA sending signals to the outer limits

To signify life

When the knife is to the wrist of the earth

Witness the birth and death of a planet

As it plummets off it's access

While the blue collar taxes

Are used to fund the building of escape hatches

To pilot through the ozone

To save the VIPs

I see the future because I'm a gypsy

Melancholy runs through my veins

And my aim

Is to self educate

To vacate this plain

And arrive on a new frontier

Like renovate my fate from incineration

And babble on to emancipation

And travel on to the top

My medium of speech is hip hop

Not having to deal with the breaches of contract because my contact

Is on the under to the ground

Celebrity status getting squashed

When I'm on this apparatus it's your loss

At the same time gain

When you feel the pain of reality's aim

Is it a breakdown in judgment

Or a clown on the under

With pungent thunder as my bass line

And a lightening snare

It's no wonder where the beat is found

Under a town

Of a thousand residents

With residue in my pipe

Write little white lies? holding confidence?

Falling from the trees like fruit

Don't expose my ears to your looted gossip

Up? looted? version of tell a phone

I want to tell a clone to tell the rest

To leave me alone

Involvement in your maze

Or fusion of confusion, truth

Is a combination turned popular like lazy-Susan

Ocular illusions I'm not philosopher

But I studied my outlook and my outtake like school

Playing the card that's queen of hearts like some would play the fool

A sample of stool

And a barcode with a brain tap

I continue to reign with the rap

Even in the year of new fears and tears

Appearing on the cheeks of the weak

Mere mortals portals to life

Sport holes in the garden of Eden for the growth of new thought patterns

Even battered and beaten I'm still feeding children of the stars

When my address is changed to 1326 hill drive on mars