Bulletin

Just so you know, my soul is hard as hobo calluses,
I feel a genesis, my fire grows in smokey palaces,
I see the messages, my thoughts are burning in chalices,
I keep ’em hazardous, the truth I hold is cold but masculine.

I feel the reckoning, the echoes spin like holy amulets,
I move with emphasis, my steps are set in stony balances,
The world is venomous, but still I rise above the fallacies,
I built the betterment, my mind ignites in molten galaxies.

I see the journalists distort the facts with false analy'sis,
They push the premises that keep us trapped in broken statuses,
But I’m a catalyst, I spark the light in darker passages,
I break the labyrinths, I walk through shadows armored, adamant.

I see the politics, the power moves through quiet cabbages,
But I’m miraculous, I speak for freedom like a sacrament,
I bring the activists, I raise the voices of the pacifists,
I face the antagonist, the devil lurks in cruel abandonments.

I see the galaxies, the stars align in coded balances,
I feel the calculus of every breath and every catalyst,
We’re all inhabitants of infinite unfolding palaces,
Just particles in motion painting fate in cosmic calluses.

But I’m extravagant, I ride the waves of quantum radishes—
(just a playful bar to bend the rhyme and show what magic is)
Then back to ravenous, my soul devours pain like sandwiches,
I’m still compassionate, my heart’s a forge of gold and amethysts.

I know the battle is between our light and their paralysis,
Between the savageness and all the saints in ancient manuscripts,
I bring the gathered midst, I stand in silence with the masochists,
To heal the damages and guide ’em out the flames they’re trapped within.

I’m pushing past the mist, I rise above the world’s embarrassments,
I turn the callousness into a crown of glowing aspirations,
I break the averages, I elevate the lost inhabitants,
And when I rap like this, I feel the universe unraveling.
Chorus
I rise in radiance, my aura glows in solar palaces,
I see the savageness of worlds that broke their moral averages,
I’m sending salutes to truth, I’m burning lies like stolen amulets,
I crack the callousness, my spirit moves through coded passages.

I watch the advocates for tyrants twist the room’s parameters,
But I’m a strategist, I bend the system’s twisted scaffolds in,
I shift the calculus, I split the void like astral analysts,
I spit the catalysts, I stir the pot ’til Heaven’s panicking.

I feel the mannequins, the hollow souls with frozen parishes,
But God is manifest, He carves the light through chaos’ damages,
And I’m an activist, I spark the fight like rebel anarchists,
I bring the thunderous, I shake the ground like cosmic travelers.

I see the galaxies, the silent laws, the hidden savviness,
I feel the patterns twist—the quantum drums, the timeless passages,
I build the hazardous, I turn my pain to holy manuscripts,
And in the wrath of this, my heart ignites like molten amethyst.

I break the labyrinths, I carry hope through all