Moonchild
Student of the rule of time,
Staring at the clock thinking “Damn, I want what’s mine…”
All this pressure on my neck,
Essence of the Great Divine,
My Spirit’s free like energy,
Atoms of a lucid mind.
I’m so inclined to spend my time perfectin’ rhymes until I find,
The voice inside which realigns the Sacred.
Now I’ve come alive,
I sit beside myself in Truth,
Balancing out my Ego’s Pride,
I step inside the booth;
Trying to find some Peace of mind,
Residuals from youth,
Flashing before my naked eyes,
Like summertime ‘02;
Buried beneath the tears we cried,
I found the Book of Ruth,
Redemption for all the dignified,
Like Passion of the fruit, freedom seeds blossom worldwide!