aesthetically speaking, metaphors bore me, but reality is so shifty...
with synthetics becoming our truth, i think the systems out to get me...
even i profess zion, babylon, grassroots and zulu, the way it was before...
but now i view is challenged, like a pause in a beat, suspense is a bore...
does i culture matter? does i roots matter? does i thoughts even matter?...
these narrow roads i travel, sometimes i feel like a movie getting sadder...
from the moment of my conception, i was chosen even before i was born...
its all a journey through conscious existence, not forever i am torn...
so i see this story of mine unravel around me, i walk through unharmed...
all in all in the end, i will survive, with steadfast courage, i am unharmed...

-i walk-