Reflections Of A Poem

Thoughts begin.
 The multicall and sh*t
 A mind is fly.
 (Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)
 You robs the new type system
 I'm involved in project upgrade
 In said shade of my colour Provokes
 the inner Side of the gamma ray light beam
 I'm spiritual, celestial
 Sorts of the light
 Sights no ego trips, no gimmicks
 The machine is run by the dead
 And ran by the devil
 I'm mentally connected
 Seeing far from the devil.
 (Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)
 You robs the new type system
 I'm involved in project upgrade
 In said shade of my colour
 Provokes the inner
 Side of the gamma ray lightbeam
 I'm spiritual, celestial
 Sorts of the light
 Sights no ego trips, no gimmicks
 The machine is run by the dead
 And ran by the devil.
 Thoughts begin.
 The multicall and sh*t
 A mind is fly.
 (Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)