they say the battles in my life are from past trauma /
but ive zoomed like a dolly, and grazed like a llama /
and all i see is folly, engrained with some karma /
for all the work to go to waste, is the fate of the dharma /
and so with the conditions i feel victimized /
this timeline and edition, with the system’s lies /
individuality through ignition vies /
to embrace totality as its engine dies /
the limits of a brain are a mental mind /
to suffer and abstain from an endless climb /
to rupture through the brane as the member tries /
to rearrange his brain on the mountainside /
cuz the soul has lost sight of the cosmos, like he’s wanda /
and disillusioned from the good, and boxy mantras /
im caught up in the “shoulds,” living life improper /
cuz what is life worth living if there’s none to offer /
all the pain must be compartmentalized inside /
we all do the same just for getting by the night /
it all feels the same, so we get so fried sometimes /
but we all are to blame for a victim’s suicide /
ive paid my debt in life, but tarot collects on tithes /
past patterns resurface as intuition subsides /
or grows larger in its waves, to describe the given tide /
that the hardships in my wake, for my future self provide /
but its hard to see that way, like a path ur tryna find /
i search and yearn for days like im passing up on time /
and i can feel estranged like im lacking all the rhymes /
it doesnt go away when the passion is refined /
i wanna put all of my hurt inside a locker /
my mental vault’s made of gold, but i say its copper /
cuz of the raps that ive told, what my story taught her /
my heart beating steady, helps make others’ softer /
cuz life is a marathon, but we train like boxers /
so how could i be ready for the devil’s coffer /
to stop my story short cuz the pain’s a blocker /
when history is written by the victor’s daughter /
The Dini Code 