Tha fractions in which I think..I react in small time
And my actions make me blink..but as do all minds
I control my thoughts..as they're kept in my brain
Then they're shown as I walk..exempt from restrain
What I do relies on them..so I have to be careful
My skill suprises men..and it comes from a rare skull
Even now my intelligence capacity is untapped and
Untouched but against yours..I'll win..it'll happen
Some views are intricate..and so some don't get it
Don't know how to deal with it..call it Jimney Cricket
Think of ya brain as ya temple..thoughts a sanctuary
Even mental words from blind men hold great visionary
As I say it..its sacred..and unheard by ears helps
Some filled with hatred..until I start to fear myself
Then I back up and breath..giving my mind oxygen
Knowledge intertwined and weaved..keeping it boxed in
So you can use it as you want..to succead or be
Filled with regret and haunted by what future for sees
..Just a lil keystyle of some shit
I had to get out..open for examination
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