My opTICS Myopic

A drowning person is not troubled by the rain... (rain)
So tell me what it means,
To be showering in your own pain, (pain)
Ain’t a simple question,
Either way you answer it, it taint-ed,
With the idea that maybe,
That all these logistics are paint-ed

Last night.. (last night)
I was straight up thinkin that,
This cat...
Is on another level,
While contemplating bout sinkin,
When in fact...
Maybe the surface I’m reaching for,
Or seekin’, s’
Just a reflection, of me in my prime,
I conceive I’m peakin’

N’ it’s a sigh of relief that my satan,
Indubi-tably lies inside of a place,
The common people ponder vacant.
N’ face it, yall have angels, companied by
Demons;
Some of them are patient
Doesn’t mean you can’t have reasons,
To be ahead on the pavement.
So be careful where you stand,
Or catch a glance,
Of the fragrance.
Of a comfortable, Devil
Go pack a bowl.
Cuz ima say this.

The man that you plan on...
The man that you plan on being,
The man that you plan on,
Ain’t nothing the planet,
Ain’t plantin’ seed in.
Demand is demeanin’...
Just kick back,
Kick the phantom creepin,
I learned from a lack,
Of having a pack of wolves feedin’,
A pack of wack-a-moles, teethin’,
Just had to have the most, heathen
Impeccable reason,
Why I shed coats,
In preparation for season.
I need a fit like Hickey Freeman,
I’m fuckin’ freakin’...
I gotta dress for the part,
Of a man who wants his freedom in him,
Cuz right now my ankles hangin’,
Off my shoulders, Achilles hidden
I got a chip of denim,
Chippin’ off a block of venison’n,
N’ oh dear, (oh dear)
This page is trying to transcend into,
I fear, (I fear)a better way to,
N’ comprehend, the genetics at hand,
And hear, (and hear)
The topic of conversation,
I got the Ghenes of man,
Who tared (away two parents)
(Two parrots) (who parish)
(I’m rare bitch)
The life out of,
3 lifes, with the intent of ten,
Oh dear, (oh dear)

The man I plan on...
The man I plan on being
The man I plan on...
The man that I plan on being.
The plain that I plan on,
Gun land the plane over sea’n,
N’ doin pan over, pan over,
Pan over the panacea,

But the man that I plan on.... (plan on)
The man that I plan on being,
Is not one of a random, (random)
You see we all human being,
I’m seein clearly, hold ransom, (ransom)
The feeling that I’m perceiving.
And do a pan over pan over,
Pan over to see who’s seein’

Cuz they learn from sight...
Most people lackin, interaction,
My optics myopic,
But slightly working towards a fashion,
Of seeing new styles,
New set of piles, of finick passion,
Iphone book of files,
Folder entails,
That this the new look;
No more pedophiles,
I’m sick of signing into Facebook,
Fuck unjustified trials.
He killed, he killed,
They both gun face it.
Sick of slackin’ on the second verse,
Or what to end this 57 seconds with,
I’ll give you a set of rules,
Grab ya echta sketch

One: Its all a matter of perspective,
Not a matter of hope...
But a matter of manifestation.
Number two: 2 easy 2 forget 2 do;
Imagine what it’s like to be inside the other kind of shoe,
No Wonder Three be: that there ain’t enough of the scenery,
Plan on seeing everything,
Before I center my centerpiece.
Number Four: ...soar,
Your wings are not just metaphors,
Ya seek a goal and peek over the whole,
Valley of metal doors.
I’m locked up,
Number Five be escaping;
Just find that passion inside of you,
That’ll leave the rest gaping,
I’m talking Six Sense,
Some supernatural senses I’m sensing,
Circumventing, around
Asserting my venting to the sensei.
Scared of what he’ll say,
Or what comes with it,
What I’ll pay per day,
To play the virtual reality games I play
I swear I’ll sway, away
Some circus soleil,
Swiff in’ it
1 strike away...
But I swear I’ll sway from biffin’ it
Like Orelay