Deep sigh. Earache. Heartbeat. Almost. Finish.
In a sea of emotion I'm sharkin'
around, biting off heads to admonish
these electric blues, as hues darken:
Trippin' off the beat kinda…meat grinder,
driftin' on the currents of my own depth,
which means you ain't seen much yet: street kinder
than halls, swanrad junction where we don't snitch:
We find rhymes to plunge down into the truth
Veritas if I don't; and drowned if I do,
but I have to bring you down to the booth,
where we flow like coral, that is, hard, true:
Life is more vibrant down where depth defies,
just as bone shines white where it ossifies.