BELIEF. The pen, the pencil, the scalpel, the microscope…Feelings believe they want to be hope. The proof, the truth, the nails, the heads…Where all the right answers prove ‘nope’ instead. This is for the strict disciples, ideologues, proscribers to a set of beliefs, within success lies defeat. Hold white clutched knuckle in the face of rebuttal, aim dead-eye, rebuking the truth is unfunctional. Unfuctionable for forward progress; never make it cross the yellow line of high-mindedness. Done slipped by the riptide, shifts in paradigms, decided in labs by those imbibed who can say this is this and this is that, to the nth degree, we little mental Zacchaeus done climbed up the tree to see. But instead of invitation in, on the minds of weakened worldviews cashing in by overtaxing them. Annihilating the ability for those who create by swamping all critical thoughtforms with hate. For the other side blinds eyes with triviality and Easter egg facts, found exactly where they placed at. To reaffirm the circular argument, going loop-to-loop; providing tidbits of proof for what was pre-assumed. To punt the placement of the burden of proof and drive them backwards; and blitz the shit out of them with knockdown answers. Up tension the ratchet, no one gives up attachment; the whole situation gets hairier than the beasts of Kashyyyk. Providence and quantification both reside in the mind. Subjectivity and determinism, the ties that bind. Gaps filled on both sides with claims never backed up. The whole of whole of nature is not all it’s cracked up to be. A question never answered because it can’t be…it’s just a cancer on the community. Alls it do is drive scientific progress to a halt; wears me slick with all the big up and the faults. When no solution is apparent, both dive back to metaphysics to explain what can never be explained, just admit it. Paid too much attention to the negativity, find self in San Quentin-like serendipity, hating me cuz I breathe the same air as you, austerity program’s clean no filters of blue. I pity the fool who lives and dies by their rules, so I devise my route, seldom losing my cool. Let you think you know the answers just playing a fool: but you’re just a tiny dancer shiest-ed by the gene pool. So I kick back, engage pen to pad, practice lyrical math, learned the demographics of Chad, that’s the way this MC chooses to fight back, not a flight risk but I do fight back, hoping this mic’s tapped. Energy Release secrets lethal seeds, it’s a simple fact, I believe what you believe but will you bleed to change these things? I think not; you need your bling, its hampering how your seeds perceive wrong and right things, so I just might bring an M-16 to this fight ring. And start firing. Killing a verse, robin hooded your purse, emotions in check first blurs realty, check, squirt, 6ccs of venom in your main neck V, steadily dissecting, leveling with my audience, truth first not peddling incompetence bursts of words impeccable demonstrative, no opiate- mass appeal, self taught, lobbing words at your religions never caught on. Tithe your scrill. Wallow at the bottom with privately funded nano-goblins, frogmen, hunting Bin Laden. Open your primitive reptilian cortex, vernacular sturdy like war vets, peep the war-chest of words, purged to scourge the score best, heard of your burbs that bore abreast, ready for the test, your ideals, depress your leaders gills, suppress the impediments, filter out the sediments, flowing out of your thought faucet negligence.