Beauty and Awake, Pt. 2 (feat. Sach)

Beauty and awake to appreciate such dulled in the sleep and the poppy spread dust think it’s about me but it’s really about us far from the truth that you didn’t know the touch

Mural seems depicting sun beams man’s brow man woman and child man stands the style bent over podium falling charts like Niagara lays falls sleep on my pattern and with my swagger stick I metronome sent the kick ducked emotions sentiments intent grasping for the sky if I just might touch feeling I’m DaVinci with divine days brush searching for the perfect bust on the cusp of credible is me hush the fountain of life is the quest for knowledge I depict the beat in shapes of solids tetra Hegen drop to a rhym ahedryn or just jewels drop where I spit where kick the quarter-nits of mics drop the the floor I’m kicking positive cancel the tour

Beauty and awake to appreciate such forever reaching far thinking far yes we must and if by kicking knowledge I have made you maladjust I stretch your mind far like a sail catches gusts

Wind bags empty rebelling against wax it’s empty and words yell pimp me way back to my first entry last century this is yes squared beats blared through a megaphone on air and when I sooth the savage beast with a low tone spit poetry in a trance eyes roll out stretched hands levitate a bit you’ll need to hover not to step on a spit I walk around all when you get the gist running around like a b-boy with they heads cut off I’ll probably fly that refine it with my gold thread and twine then I stitched the twine of an epic log I just want to aspire incline and recline with my feet worm from eternal fire

Beauty and awake to appreciate such and only take the good lick the salt never touch for every heartbeat may you learn a little much so that every life touch is another plus