After Midnight Freestyle

[Verse]
And I go walking after midnight
Despite the dim light and all of the wrong ways to get right
Death-bringer who gives life, swinging once but missed twice
Using metacognition to gain some insight on my insight like
“Thanks for the invite.” Guess I better walk on
Spending his life in mid-flight through the iris of a small storm
Been forewarned by the forlorn. It’s been this way for long
His vice trying to entice Ms. Right but doing it all wrong
Was called on by the movement do it for the kids’ sake, but
All they do is hit vapes, bunch of ingrates on the intake
I am much more than my mistakes and the sanity I misplaced, yeah
I am godly, I am not my body–that’s just my skin shape
Have a distaste and so despise the fallacies they vocalize
Gilded cages filled with golden lies to trap your soul inside
But I won’t believe it even if that notarized note arrives
Not going blind, I just happen to see better when I close my eyes
Open wide. High, floating through a broken sky
Roam inside my soul to find a hole where I can go and hide
You know the vibes. Shit’s egregious if you’re squeamish
Sick extremists putting these intravenous drugs up in between us
Since a fetus, been walking through the fire like a risen phoenix
Don’t give ‘em reasons. There’s inner demons up in these hidden meanings
Gifted genius with these cryptic, uplifting speeches, but
Still a stupid earthling just searching for his missing pieces
Twisted thesis, devil legislature to educate ya
Alleged saviors constructing cons / Constructicons like they’re Devastator
John the Revelator metadata, took the elevator to my
Second nature, there’s several layers, it’s Hell now for Heaven later
And it never waivers. Bed of razors I catch my rest on
Got these stigmata wounds up in my right and left palm
Lexicon on DEFCON, words coated in teflon
Since Day O, been dropping nuclear payloads and F-bombs like:
Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck them. Fuck you and the
Connective tissue that runs through every dream that never comes true
Sharpen sword ‘cause I know that Art Is War like I’m Sun Tzu
And I didn’t need to learn it or confirm it, I just knew
That’s the sermon but no verdict on what we got ahead
We stay confused while we making nooses out of common threads
Hot lead through the top of your head–that’s how the knowledge spreads
Bottom fed, “I’m sure it’s gotta storm before it’s calm again”
This is not a trend, it’s a god of men up in your optic lens
Intent on making your logic bend before the topic ends, so
I cordially invite all of the sorcery in sight to come and
Walk with me awkwardly through the abnormalcy of life, delighting
Morbidly at the enormity and the obscurity of night, but the kid
Was born to see the light, so of course I’ll be alright. Come on