enter the depths of the human mind where the real appears sublime and the sublime looks like a vine hanging your soul’s fate is sealed with all the talk of gun banging dope slanging pockets dangling with all that loot these topics that derive therein do diddly but dilute and pollute the raging rhyme river my humble task is as the map giver as i deliver phat phrases like arrows from a quiver cause in just a sliver of space i reveal the real waste…. as mentals coagulate like paste i wage war with the forces that try to encase and mace my 3rd’s mind eye instead of waging war in holy lands from the sky medusa’s glare petrifies the will to survive and sometimes life lessons learned cost lives…. like hives of bees with no queen no direction only self-inflection…. my peoples section is congested so should i look at other peoples section as less than???