speaking of angles and angels
and all of what's tangled within
the elaborate stranglehold
told ya'll before anything happened
dissect patterns like they all had captions
tried to walk a square path
but there wasn't any room upon their path
they keep saying
never was i playing
that could possibly be the problem suckers keep on fabricating
friction born of making fact from fiction
volatile elements in bad positions
pain changes from concept to actual
when friendly fire turns all your dreams to shrapnel
wounded beyond recognition
left with nothing but a list of difficult decisions
making momentum from madness
a catalyst, analyst, bending the law of averages
like we're crooks and savages with reckless abandon
lost children who need reprimanding
these are not random events
this planning was years in the making
with new expansion at a constant rate
an altered beast to say the least
without fear of permanent damages
bullet time management practitioner
with a perfect example to administer

be my head while i'm living in the red
falsify the way as we lead the misled
lost in thought describes the current situation
why am i responsible for any navigation
when i was the one who burnt the map?
a slap in the face to the notion of a planned destination
that would describe the reality that i'm facing
comrades willing to cut you out of the equation
great minds and so on
that interpretation would make Chief guilty by word association
conversation starter, accidental martyr
pulled off track and forced to push harder to get back
beneath the click-clack
when i struck with a primary counter attack
pinpoint precision all right and exactly in the spot that it's needed
as we proceed
sweat through the peace and surely you will bleed
when the war is on
so Chief remains calm
what if the storm takes on another form?
metapmorphose i suppose becomes the norm
transient being
look into another pair of eyes
and you haven't classified what you're seeing
dark scanner
when the cop and criminal
are all hosted within one individual