I'm just a blast off of moon and to a star that is exploded and then they wonder why I'm astronomical, no I did not finish school but best believe I know trigonometry, so can't no telescope tell me about the extraordinary, when I come from places where X and Y chromosomes don't belong, sometimes you got to think out-of-the-box, you must don't know you see things
with your naked eye, but I see things Beyond through my third eye, I'm like the Transformers I think Megatron, like the Power Rangers is metamorphine time, and I'm not talking about Methylphenidate or any other of the prescriptions this time I got a sober mind, where black lives matters because we was the first in line, I'm speaking facts and I didn't have to get that from a space shuttle launch above the skies, where they tried to hide the lies, I might seem a little off to most but that's because I'm not ready to shine, I'm the back around child like the Dark Side of the Moon, I'm going to stop here before I hear this in the next song, trust me this is not my last poem to be continued I might put a beat behind this rhythm, copy written already so no stealing this time.
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