Its the struggle with-in & the struggle with-out that'll get ya; the struggle with in-security, the struggle with in-tegrity, the struggle with in-tensity, or lack thereof- knowwhatamean? I've hung with out-siders badmouthing in-siders// bled on the in-side with out-rage stood without the gates peeping the in-sideous & in-credelous, I could go on without your attention span, yes I can. On a starlit stairway sat I, out-cast, short on cash & hope drowning dread thoughts in dope. Then it came.. rising like a phoenix from the sweet sensemalia of my bong a sweet, holy song- YOU ARE A SON OF THE MOST HIGH GOD! Conqueror of struggles with-in, bigger than struggles with-out, smitten with LOVE set free from doubt! Your direction is neither East, North West or South for I AM- dig it if you can. rise up O Man- blessed of I & I & I and be... just be. At rest.