My wheels go flat against the concrete

Handrail giants at the school is where the squads meet

The hype sessions always complete with bomb eats

I will seek to learn, then extend my arms reach

When it comes to the flick of the materials on street

Balanced on the wave of life, I ain't trying to compete

I'll vanish, but reappear from the side view

This traffic is known to blow a few I.Q.s

I'll smash through it like cashews, pi-stash

Vast quantities then deal it out, towards any form of doubt

When you're sitting, and trying to piece together thoughts you're thinking

It's just another form of conscious efforts lost and sinking

Within the confines of structural designs

That's built right over land and it's like a jungle sometimes

And it makes me wonder, how do I keep from going under

My wooden ship setting sail, living off the hunger

Trying to feed off the skeleton in my mind

Trying to wind back the clock and intelligently design

But time never stops and it's relevant to the rhyme

Accumulated experience elegantly refined

And relayed, conveyed, communicated effectively

Hectic, intersecting with weapons and so selectively

I speak with a caution and proceed to walk as follows

God among these men despite the dark and what it swallows

I'ma wobble over bodies while I stagger through the woods

After this apocalypse, I will have gathered what I could

Play a game of this Polybius because they say I should

I'm the one to test the theory even if it's understood

And opposed, to a close, till my mental's satisfied

Then I'll breathe it out until the instrumental is alive

We can dive into the madness of the brain

And exchange dialogue until we're both one in the same

I'll explain