Aperture

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Phosphorescent apertures where the light refracts through prisms

Im calculating algorithms while dismantling the schisms

Between whats written in the ledger and the truth behind the system

My third eyes panoramic, got a catalog of visions

Pantomiming freedom while they manufacture prisons

I decode the fine print, every clause and each provision

Split decisions at the crossroads where the righteous meet perdition

My pens a scalpel operating on the corpus of tradition

Extracting malignancies, the cancerous ambitions

That metastasize in boardrooms drafting corporate requisitions

Im pharmaceutical grade conscious, no synthetic compositions

Breaking bread with ancestors who mastered transmissions

Through hieroglyphs and oral scripts, encrypted propositions

Now Im here to translate pain into audible emissions

Mercurial temperament, my elements transmute

From base metal meditations into golden attribute

Im solving paradoxes that philosophers dispute

While walking through the valley where the shadow and the truth commute

My memorys photographic, filing cabinets absolute

Containing every broken promise, every executed coup

Every silenced testimony, every witness they could mute

Im prosecuting history with evidence to prosecute

the architects of suffering who built this substitute

Reality they marketed as genuine and resolute

But I see through the veneers, the cosmetic and the cute

My visions telescopic, tracing back to the root

of every planted seed of greed that bore its bitter fruit

Now Im harvesting the knowledge, sharing crops I constitute

Chromosomal storytelling, DNA of the dispossessed

I carry generational wisdom embedded in my chest

Every heartbeats morse, messages compressed

Transmitting through the bloodline what the textbooks have suppressed

Im archaeologically examining what they blessed

and what they cursed and buried deep beneath the fortress they possessed

My linguistics cut precision, every syllables addressed

To liberate the consciousness they tried to arrest

With manufactured narratives designed to disconnect

our present from our past so we can never intersect

with power thats ancestral, the kind they cant deflect

Im channeling the frequency they couldnt intercept

Building monuments in verse that time will never disrespect

My legacys encrypted in the bars I architect