When knowledge is mistaken for wisdom, a pseudo-ascension raises his confidence, but lowers his overall state of mind.
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Born in 94
A young lord with wisdom in his soul's core a pen in his right hand as the left hand holds a sword a knife at his waistband the placement is raw I'm a warrior poet
Dagger tongue shadow son form words into weapons hone the edges then battle
Guns attempt to break me but I break free no modernizations of this world advanced enough to face me
I'm a warrior poet
Dagger sharp n' I throw it
Philosophical shinobi never see what I'm doin' but hear the words spoken as key flows turn perspectives till your mind opens I'm gifted get high when - even not smokin' I'm lifted
Floatin' because the chi is potent so this is - meditation
Channeling all of my energies
Revelations become commonplace to me it seems levitation is what's produced from inner peace
Limitless visions of my possibilities I stand to embrace the very essence of this universe until a higher realm enters me and I begin to see as a higher being and I worship what's become of things
As I am higher please worship what's become of me
Though I am nigh a king I think I want to be
An unbalanced way to think for such a balanced being...
…My mind says think, my soul says go, my heart just
beats…beats…as the world beats me
I strike back with the wrath of a higher being…being…I was tired of being me
Tired of the things I’d seen so I ascended above them
Above these things
I am above these beings I am above em’ so above these things
I am above these things above them I am above these beings I am above these things
I am above these things…I am above these things I am above these things