1. I felt that isolated stare from a million pairs of eyes Burnt this feeling into retina used as rhythmic device Devise an ill supply unrefined imagery Can express captured hatred quite vividly Won't resort to use of single simile (Your) actions simply savage to a god's symmetry You lack civility descend from men of caves While we gave the gift of cities My people's architects Your actions parasitic When it comes to artforms get it straight son we live it If this was '85 i'd be telling you yall bit it i'll play eternal cynic The tongues i speak intrinsic Linguistics lodged in larynx made the words you spit transparent Tales known to Two divided lives collide at Varick Reformed in form of lyrics A page of hieroglyphics Marks mathematics of a people's true existence When force exceeds resistance It's our core that loses vision. 2. Restored glory just to be reduced to rubble Dismantled culture's last gasp is never subtle Common psyche troubled Infants drown in puddles Shallow answers sabotage attempts at weak rebu*tal You'd miss my essence even if you wrote this verse verbatim Deranged sense of rhythm gives this griot endless patience Obtained ancient man*script said to hold salvation It read "your quest for fairy tales will lead to more frustration." Formulated thought now condensed to pure equation arithmetic of breath coincides with vicious nature.