survival is primal

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