Slizz. When i was boxing with Vallejo In Albany Park It's already dark And i'm scared of that. Or was it with Hank Dumas? In Oakland, By the lake Where i openly argued with my fates Coin purse bulging Loin cloth bulging How is it these words are my ointment still? Measuring years by tooth decay And ruthless stratagems played in the game of nights I would describe myself as the Yoshimitsu of Boyle Heights Most boastful over bowls of rice Like i'm Caeser with the soul of It's just a feeling really. That being that has her being in pointing at what is. Admittedly, I stare at her fingers. Herein defined as that in which Spirit has its Being. SOULPOWER SOULPOWER SOULPOWER This is the green horse for rap. I'm putting my money on the green horse for rap. Listen! The beginning is the illusion It is the iron veil conceiling the origin But here i am With a key! This is protected. Steadfast, Intimate concentration I've been gathering Gathering more and more of the less and less In the wastelands Gathering the waning In my being Gathering Everything's constant intention. That, how did he say? Gathered, all gathering thinking that recalls. That devotional organ, My memory. I remember. The riddle written on my ribcage The eternal recurrance of the same The Being of all Becoming The hammer And the heaviest thought Banged into absurdity. I wasted my life microwaving jalapeno poppers. A love song for whom socks represent eudaimonia.