Flowin' Prose - Remastered

I'm flowin' prose to cons and cons to pros
 I'm schemin' rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
 But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
 To the interconnectedness that underlies
 The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
 The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
 Over and over, I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl
 It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all
 Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt
 Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt
 I steal feels from reels, but I pay my respects
 Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects
 Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine
 Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings
 I give in and I win, I try to never complain
 Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage
 But I'll remain sane, makin' gain without pain
 Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain
 And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
 I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live
 I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live
 I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live
 
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 So like a cloud carries rain, I'm gonna carry my rhyme
 Coming like thunder with lightening timing
 No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans
 Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams
 Like the islands got the oceans in the endless seas
 Ideas flowin' through me, an answer to my pleas
 Woke up this mornin' right out of a dream
 Reached for my pen and pad 'cause my mind was on a rhyme scheme
 What can I do with these bones and flesh?
 With these animated thoughts in a world repressed?
 I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change
 I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range
 I'm flowin' prose to cons and cons to pros
 I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
 I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey and King
 His Holiness and all enlightened beings
 I'll be the one to scream it on the microphone
 I'll be the one to bring it inside your home
 But the words ain't mine, I just pass 'em along
 For Betty Williams and her friends, I sing this song
 And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes
 And more crimes are committed as I say these lines