the make me believer
something on this planet with no contest
thinks it can assign names
but catch it...there are many
I'm always changing
sit to wait on the next signal
where do you think comes the next ticket to the light
if I only knew how intricately detailed
crafted I could really be I... tying lips as a gift
lock down the mote to the mind...next time
there would be begging on hound legs
unlike those of Oshun who have been said
good enough to spank Jehovah
natives scrambling for words in the next song, "In The Key of Life"
inventive succession exceeds dropping the mic
breaking thread to haute wear soon vied for
where will derive the next word
here's a dash for your tongue
know who it is...
while truly outside of range
SUCH VOICE YOU CLING TO!!!
sleep one eye penetrating... I AM EVER CHANGING