got my mind under guard, I’m on the brink of insanity
and I’m runnin hard, so I don’t sink into atrophe
the king of catastrophe – thinks he’s after me
but I got the world locked – in my workshop, I’m tinkerin with humanity
can you see – an inklin of what I’m imagining?
I’m syncin up with the galaxy, it’s like my thinkin’s a Blackberry
warnin lights blinkin rapidly, my mind’s at DEFCON five
I ain’t just gone survive, every threat’s gone die
tired of gettin by, like it’s always a week off
sick of bums, and gettin numb – from hit and runs – that speed off
even the lame got game, and it would please Paul
for part of – a calendar to be pardoned, see the weak walk
from tonight on – all bygones – will be gone
by God, be not – afraid, just be enraged
bein caged – yeah, the bird will sing as it’s bein raised
freedom’s played, and the word of a king decrees change
peace is for slaves, I prefer to fight a war
oh, please behave, reversed Knight of Swords
I’m a light for the Lord, but sometimes I like to ignore
His rules of engagement, and break off fools when I engage em
throw em in pools, check their displacement
yup, got plenty of room in my basement
entire empires underfoot, the people are ottomans
I’m an elite operative – who kills with unique cognitive
skills, your security surely defeat all of it
disproving that illusion, your ego just feeds off of it
here, see all off this – here can be altered, I’m
a quick change artist, beware if I seem talkative
let’s get thangs started, I’m pressed for my best behavior
one step from pay dirt, I live on the edge of failure
about to lose my mind – like addressin the legislature
“Yeah, I’m doin fine,” I said to my next door neighbor
now get lost, get outta my way, don’t get involved
quit askin stupid questions, I’m thru with pleasant, yeah, this is Paul
brain battlin cells – of gray matter from hell
that became my shadow self, and stayed after the bell
in detention, but there was no detente, comprende?
it became my enemy, and tries to destroy me everyday
homicidal urges – upon arrival to earth, and
I don’t care how many times that you’ve gone inside of a church, when
really you sin a lot – in the synagogue – of your mind
and mine’s – a crystal ball – of different thoughts – that rhyme
drivin now with better cargo, thinkin why not how and gettin farther
my friend, the time is now, not yestermorrow
the brink of insanity, or link to what I’m imagining?
the death throes of madness, or the threshold of access?
forget the stresses – of livin, and let a fresh wind
blow thru your soul as you lower your head to rest it
my flow is a bed and breakfast, I’d know cuz I’m fed it’s message
overwhelmed by what we can’t control like the federal deficit
it’s sickenin, my focus, a clinical psychosis
you got a date – with some Scotch tape, these syllables eye openers
I don’t just set objectives, I connect em to Semtex
wired to cellphones – that shall blow – when I’ve said a sentence
after dialin a number, and the next one – is death, done
smilin cuz I’m becomin – the best of – an unset sun…
© 2011 Paul Will Prevail