Catharsis Intro

What’s the tone? Do you feel it in the hum?/ Incinerate the in between, finger and thumb/ Move that pen with the stroke of a confident man/ I just write what I feel, be accomplishment damned/ Now seven years in, felt eternity pass by/ Some still pretend to see, like sporting a glass eye/ Battles, shows, flow, Whose Rhyme Is It Anyway/ Barely made gas money, played like a Penny fade/ I figure for a legacy, they might say Bastard/ Followed by Yuga, then Rapper, & Cracker/ Helped build some artists, myself is included/ Played defendant and the judge, and adjudicated Judas/ Turned from didn’t do shit, to plotting a movement/ And made a couple dollars out of handful of two cents/ Bar after bar, I question if I can stop/ And if I’ll look back bitter or with reverence and stock/ This is finding Syd Barrett, skitzed ,talking to God/ With Brian Wilson ‘side him making music from clocks/ That fine line skated ‘tween obsession and delusion/ Expending all your fluids, fiending for infusion/