Flying in on the wings of a prayer
The Master of Scribe stops once
in flight and opens his chest to show
the world his spiritual soul
Centered on the right side of God
and in the middle of heaven
he surveys his subjects; deeming
all worthy to know of his knowledge
Come unto him o’ learned charges so that
we all may be uplifted in his word and blessed
with an exuberant amount of true life flow
A flow of real Malcolm; a vibe of authentic Martin
He challenges the mental with the words he speaks
Encouraging the hungry palatable tongues to vibe
along with his poetic and moving soul
Miss him not during his self-imposed exile
For he leaves us only to hone his scribe
I have met, through verse, a true pioneer; a poetical
genius; of which I’d gladly drink of his wisdom
He is BlakVerb - the Master Scribe!
Flow with peace my brotha!
The Master of Scribe stops once
in flight and opens his chest to show
the world his spiritual soul
Centered on the right side of God
and in the middle of heaven
he surveys his subjects; deeming
all worthy to know of his knowledge
Come unto him o’ learned charges so that
we all may be uplifted in his word and blessed
with an exuberant amount of true life flow
A flow of real Malcolm; a vibe of authentic Martin
He challenges the mental with the words he speaks
Encouraging the hungry palatable tongues to vibe
along with his poetic and moving soul
Miss him not during his self-imposed exile
For he leaves us only to hone his scribe
I have met, through verse, a true pioneer; a poetical
genius; of which I’d gladly drink of his wisdom
He is BlakVerb - the Master Scribe!
Flow with peace my brotha!