These tunes we perform  be only a score  for ritual endured  When we uphold the pure cure  Humanity- The all-time great ungifted  Needing presence in the present to lift it  Spiritual growth a breath away but still resisted  These thoughts valid for our time  This flame shines  Its aim  to inspire  before we expire  Hear psalms happily sung by the angel's choir  Fire back don't let the escalator backfire  A man born to fight reckless for his ideals  Food for thought, deep concentration, struggle for the meal  Never at odds with what my gut feels  I rush to my destiny with the speed of the wings on  Mercury's heels  It gets me to move swiftly  Chances of success fifty-fifty  Cut corners off these squares and give 'em 360  The ills of society are in us  We the sinners  looking for someone to forgive us  In a wicked world hoping our children outlive us  Some offspring meet the doctor's saber and never the cradle  Homicide committed in pre-natal  Most crime stories end as death fable  Seth P. mortician, magician, musician  whose music is fatal  Realm Disciples struggle with the mud in the soul  Our cold stares are bold  I relate to the book of Job  Claw my way to the apex on knee and elbows  Such thoughts terrifies those  who never chose  to think with such imagination  This is liberation  poison in the rat race  Pavlovian salivation  rabid slobberin' salvation