can't tell ya what it was...maybe somebody spiked my gin n tonic or sprinkled some dope in my chronic whatever the case it had me mixin Swahili with Ebonics and got this functional alcoholic feelin completely anabolic as neurotic verses began to openly frolic causin a...

I will not besubdued.Cages don't suit me.I have to be free.Flyrunsingdance in theopen fields, swimin the river withthe fish and water snakes.My soul can't betaken without my permission.The access is denied.My heart isn't yours tomock and rape.I will rise...

I have always been one who delves,unmoved by books gathered on shelves,no longer willing to still pretend—I prefer each raw beginning to its end. So I set off once more this night,armed with pen and paper for the write,into this...