Illuminist A dreamer My glow shines like a beamer Ill-pure cancerous emphysema Adhan for relatives of the Ummah Sounds off for Medulla, Medusa My pursuit I'm wearing as a suit Deep breaths, chest heaving I'm achieving even when I'm never reaching Preaching scored teachings Like a priest scoring Lord's fellas decent Through my roots knowledge carries blood of Truth Type fairy to hear it all without pulling a tooth Tough to handle so I speak it over cellos in the booth Mellowed down, well absorbed, in disguise For you to hear the vibrations when you ride by my side Favors at the snap of my hard worked labor Got the guap, dapped, rolled the sack, lit it Pa**ed it back with my neighbor And that's the purity in context Spoken purely over conversations Unlike pigs with the convicts Constellated traces align with inspiration Tied with advice, played at the roll of a dice Freedom stars shoot across the sky Once again alive just to fade quick and die Don't ask why to surpa** lies Some things as best known when just left to fly Journals read by the writer in the purse just to get by Words spoken and rehearsed by who was pained to die Marmalade who feels pains of the curse and asks why Alike the pain of the birth which she took When first injected with the squirt So much for when he said it was destined to work Tested in his faith to lurk Through belief in faith Religious thoughts awake for God's sake Through the choice of voice for noise I'm making way when all it takes is belief In love and faith to rise above the hate I'm changing for a reason Forgiving for the loving A reasonable argument for the puffing You relate to love when you puff enough And peaceful at hands War a necessity for the strong to stand Conquer man and/or even seize land America's power in the wrong hands They saw Marley take the peaceful stand So in return marijuana they ban Instead of peace and love They love to instill fear into man Terrorism as the theme of their plan Redeemed through the landing of the grands From the conquering of the lands covered in the sand A fan for knowledge so I'm paying top dollars When the poorest of poor can be top scholars and cop dollars Like top shottas in ghettos and hoods Converts converting through the words of the Shahada for good Stereotypical a**umptions you would turn to false presumptions Coming out understood through you being misunderstood Still played off as being all good Hollaback red is well You know the f#$%^^ deal Salloum on the Mic HollowDreamz is the tale What's to show but glows in diamonds And double R's rolling over chrome fours Born to score where slaves are raised to die in war for Ill-advised ties disguised in lies Of the oppressed are left stressed out lives living in distress Still unimpressed by coverage of the press A fight for freedom claimed beaten *through unachievement to retrieve him *a type scheme to meet him *better yet to breed him *netted ill with the greet to later leave him *misplaced for the chase where last traced Bodies splattered waste under rights to be embraced Thoughts of "once bad" turned haste Thoughts for what had him mad Were replaced with glamour's of the pad That kept them all glad Soon to turn sad When worst no longer could irreverse The curse matching the purse turned for worst Given up for shots to burst Since his birth it was ungranted when Handed with what he mishandled Unreprimanded left forever stranded