short stories are nice poetrys outdated nowadays only hip hop gets me elated

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Saw a Trex in the street an slapped hands wit him
while reductionist food systems necessitated new rhythms
I authored em walked wit em beneath the silk trees in summer
the mausoleum orchestrates the still sun recovers
smothers the stars that studded a dark nights veil
others in created deserts offer prophecys for sale
ignorance smashed, the stone cracked, steel unriveted
electricity unplugged, the free sky unlimited
undivided earth the horizon turns liquid
my holy belt accomidates a cross and a beaker
also a crescent moon, a wheel, 3 geodes, of course a speaker
i'm the nimbus brotha, i hold a tempest in my back pocket
you can see that shit storming from the nasa space rockets
exposed a trail of amytheists in the woods and then lost it
lightning shoots straight to your imgination, i shocked it
and rocked what remained like a playground see saw,
then escaped left a populace with reptile claws
i'll be the artful dodger, never apprehended before
the robin hood who steals from the rich for the poor
a healer who endures a culture thats so sore
and transforms the scene into roses and metaphors
trashin all the TVs i destroy the fear and hype
instead of watchin ads the kids are paintin still lifes
i never let the guns and sharp swords of the world worry me
at the door brotha you know i got Beowulf on security
the acid and the weed be good tools, they will inspire
but i admire more the trees, the sky, and fire
the higher levels are accessible to all of you too
whos voodoo do you do can stop from seein truth
earth wind fire water, add breath makes me and you
undivided horizon im sure that you can see it too