transformation

One's own inquisition had 
me stuck rhyming in a prison, 
Till euphoria completely engulfed me 
like a prism .
The magician technician finally 
saw what was missing in his writtens, 


He lack the conviction in his diction, 
His lyrical composition had no vision.
He lacked that precise,
Precision incision of a master mason mortician. 
Rapping to a new bio-algorithm rhythm must have 
changed the molecular structures in him.

But even tho you just flowed with him, 
You still don't know him,
Listen to his hymns
of the divine king residing inside of him.
Check the glow of his skin, 
The twin angel wings now attached to his limbs,
How he floats upon wind. 
How he transcends with his pen,
How he cocooned from the lowest of men.