Mash!
My Mind travels like sound, My Soul travels like the wind. They say that's to much class/ One way road incorrigible I mash. Seized my land & reduced My brothers, subdued My sisters & enslaved our minds/ My visual is not qualified by practice when it comes to the horrify'n inflections of this systematic design. They designed our hell/ One life to live, I thrive after made wishes from this cell. Violate, violation, violence - violent extreme & intense/ more than anything it's logical consequence. It's a dangerous delayed reaction/ but it's pure satisfaction for their actions Time is mysterious to those that are afraid. Life is short to those that over-stand/ enemies fold to the warriors that plan. Both palms itching. There is no fate only purpose. There is no time, only concentrated momentum. Boundless vision I perceive by experience. My commitment is to excellence. There is no other way, I Mash Shy'Ayr
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