V-I. You have as much say as truth has 
Pass the dutchay popping two tabs
I do dabs and listen to smooth jazz
I'm true bad envision a new path
	Make music for my amusement
Stay human, wise to the illusions.
Be observant, not a servant to the obsolete
A merchant of discernment on a leash 
	This a game; who aquired the most fortune?  
Its all the same prior to post-mortem
The apocalypse of what god permits
I got your six and a pot to piss
	Just a victim of the justice system
Trust to listen and encompass wisdom
To frame time is a mind game...
They're finding ways to inscribe names

ILLUSIONS........ILLUSIONS
B. I ponder thoughts that need proper crossing and don't even bother to talk..

V-II. 	Love can be magic or an illusion
Becoming telepathic or inhuman?
Now you see it, now you don't
And a vow that to each is their own... 
	Attachment is distraction,
What you can imagine is matchless.
Say its art but can't stand for mediocre
If I'mma play the part, man I'mma be the joker.
	Only seeing things on the surface
Slowly being 'bringeth to the furnace'
The science of spirit, dying to hear it... 
I'm not taking sides, I'm making up my mind..
		Succumb to your senses
I'm not one with the consensus
A deep state for petes sake
A cheapskate with a briefcase.

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ILLUSIONS

DREAM(9)SCAPE-ˈdrēmskāp/      noun
dream·​scape | \ ˈdrēm-ˌskāp
a dreamlike usually surrealistic scene with strangeness and mystery 

C. You're in my dreams, am I in yours?
But this not my dream, is it yours?

V-I.	The kin of man turned mannequin
Vendetta agenda return of the vatican
Shortcuts or are you cut short
Antenna dilemma in my fortress I clutch quartz
	There's a smorgasbord of warlords 
Oroboros spores and they flourish through them floorboards.
We're burning oil like a hoop-d 
The world in turmoil check the pudding where the proof be..(at)...
	Drinking  coffee til a handshakes
The annunaki tampered with the DNA strandshape
Tarradiddle-Dactyl fractal imagery
Scribbled with the shrapnel of synergys symmetry
	Here's to a bitter end of the living dead
Minutemen here to collect the dividends 
A dreamscape for which I call my keepsake
Clear some free space with police tape
	
	V-II.	Pickpocket a wrist watch from father time
The clock ticks and locks lips with dollar signs
Ripped off a ziplock from mother earth
Been running but can't remember what the numbers were...
	Its our culture and some are sour for the cream,
Pop vultures find a carcass in the darkest hour of a dream.
Rest assured we're all wide awake
Less mature when we fall to our hideaways
 	On an insomniacs sleep schedule,
Common practice is counting black sheep
Pillow talk is cheap but we keep it on a pedestal
Then spill it on the streets as blackmail shouting blasphemy
	We'll find it all in the fall out,
I stand up for understanding all the doubt.
Bar flys with some far cries.  
But can't no Tom Foolery sit him down to watch the stars die.

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DREAM(9)SCAPE

C. 	You don't know her like I do
Miss sophia decides who

V I. Yall ready might know, 
They callin me the maestro.
You can't believe all the hype though, 
But you be like, "damn he good for some white folk"
Truth in plain sight; 
The who's who 
Got some screws loose, 
It ain't right.
But three rights make a left, 
I seen the light when 8 made and X.
Fighting for peace and shouting for silence,
Lighting the weed fresh out of the asylum.
Mad man minus all the anger,
But my likeness got me backhand a stranger.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
Back in the fifties I was eating baby boomers, 
Double dippin the chip on my shoulder over crazy rumors.
Thrifty now, don't let a high go to waste,
Death to the ego, all this time and its a cold case.

V II. Looks like a counterfeit
But he sound legit
And what emits is pseudo-synthetic
Its mad kudos to rhetoric 
Found the subtle art of 
Befuddling the counterparts
And we're just students of the blueprint
Put the kibosh on foolishness through rudiments
Gosh darn, ain't scared to die/fly
Put up your two cents we're shifting the paradigm/pair of dimes
Complexity is the simple plan
Collectively we could all use a little hand
My clans destiny is clandestine
But a land of peasantry leaves a man desperate
Walking a tightrope with high hopes
But not these hybrid indigo zygotes
The students of the blueprint remain lucid
The muskets sound the trumpets we aim saluted.

SOPHIA

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