as I write these thoughts of mine
no surprise
that my eyes set its sights on the sunrise
i get high to disguise
all of my lows
rapid river rhymes
like water it flows
plant a seed in ya mind
like flowers it grows
spittin wit intelligence
resemblin ravens and crows
i take flight, soaring like an owl in the night
searchin for my prey been day since I had a bite
i just might, act outta desperation
push me to those places I look to kill without hesitation
destination, on a course with no remorse
so of course if my plan thwarts then I must resort
with a force that can only end with enemies turned to a corpse
simply put, it’s survival of the fittest
i look to peace first, but push me to the limit I’ll go primal if I see it fitted