Architect - Artofficial

I’m the architect of a hard to catch punch line

I blame cloud nine for trying to steal my sunshine

Unwind at lunchtime binge on food for thought

Results is regurgitated ideas and proof that the truth is lost

I search for it in the eyes of every stranger that passes me by

Search in my lovers face right after she’s been crying

I might catch a glimpse they might hold nothing

Drip gator tears I rock a crocodile smile we’re cold blooded

This we know for a fact everything falls apart

Adapt to circumstance like my eyes adjust to the dark

But then again I could live my life at a slow pace too not to speed it up

Hit the fast gears watch the clock catch up as I decombust

The truth lies where deception walks erect

Each step is in some way symbolic to a deep breath

Waiting to exhale has been making my chest frail for decades

Run the tracks till my lungs collapse and end up in a neck brace

I want to know if we can see without eyes

I want to know if we can speak without lies

So I’m a open up my chest and you can touch me for a while

Let Heaven send Hell away and cut me with a smile

This juggernaut stays constantly on the hunt

I do what y’all cannot fake crews get sabotaged

My entourage makes moves that’s nonchalant

Whether you Private or a General salute the Commandant

I sacrifice my songs to the Gods its disturbing the way I slaughter tracks

Making metronomes flat line giving young men heart attacks

We compare graffiti to things like hieroglyphic artifacts

Burning more trees than brush fires getting blitzed like quarterbacks

Doors collapse never conform to ignore the facts

Knowledge is truth we seek the realness living life at a pace that’s more than

fast

Chronological order it’s kind of hostile but sort of

Stopping the clock on all the controversy that surrounds the borders

Front like you got the answers but in actuality

We analyze each others dreams and still can’t figure out reality

My beautiful minds got a more than horrible will

I think in haikus and got oratorical skills

When the Sun burns out all you need is just patience

Let me open my rhyme book shine some light on the situation

Straight out the pages brightest ideas illuminating

The night sky playing connect the thoughts to make constellations