Never heard of, never thought of,
Man this world doesn't understand,
The power of me, the power you can't see,
The power of my land, power is free,
Just watch the power unleash, the power of poetry,

The hand written power of verbal ideaology,
The sixth sense, the third eye, laced in heavy steel,
All these visual senses and there gifted philosophy,
Warriors of this generation come to steal,
Can you beat the wealthy war intensions- 
or have you come to have blood spill,

Within the given matters of the world,
Are you stuck bewteen reality and sin,
Low ink, Closed eyes, you've yet to find your pen,
I'm inbetween the darkness, and the light savior,
I am here, so when you need me just call me Now and Later! 
 

What war is a perpetual detriment,
When you die, do think you'll have a settlement?
For all your mistakes? Heavenly forsakes, no rent, 
You've made no faith Son you're being evicted for lack of payment!
Stoned in cediment, Unforgiven wages,

The day is, running out of pages, trapped in your cages,
Just look in the mirror with the one you were born with,
Compared to now just face it, you have too many faces!
Lingering spirits with dark traces, The day is!...

The Power of Poetry, The Power to be Free,
The day is, the day of relentless repentence,
Revoke, Rebuke, Rewind, Retwist your graces,
No bail, no sentence, The Power of The handwritten Faces!

The power of verbal ideaology, The power of Poetry!