Loose Scripts. Pt. 1

Vibing to the cypher in my psyche
I'm likely just a Lycan who can ID
The situations lurking in this icy
World of complications
We cultivate the conversations
I simulate the observation with these obligations
In the optics
Topics of a prophet with the logic
I'm knowing that society will gossip
I power-bond the pencil with the mental
And levitate my soul within stencil
Pave the way for what's essential
I'm fully focused, I magnify my memories
3 fingers raised, for that hiii power energy
My tendency is damaging, tampering with tension
Not mention I'm a warrior, how wicked is my pension
I put my life in hieroglyphics, when I spit it know you hear it
Kinda vicious with the vision, on a mission
With this ink I'm trafficking my sanity
Humanity been intricate for practicing this vanity