Flowin' Prose Lyrics

I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
     I'm scheming 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 making 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 

     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 dot the oceans in the endless seas
     Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas
     Woke up this morning right out of a dream
     Reached for my pen and pad because 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 flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
     I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
     I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King 
     His Holiness and all enlightened beings
     I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone
     I'll be the one who brings 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