First Born Rhymesayers Entertainment Eyedea & Abilities I once met a man who trained himself not to dream. What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything. He's been painting pictures on canvas since age thirteen. And claims he only exists in the mind of a higher being. And I enjoy his work; mostly scenic landscapes, but each one is focused on an easel where the man paints himself painting himself And all that's in his visual field. He said this was the only way he could make himself real. Ever since he could remember, he had one nightmare reoccur. But until about ten years ago, it didn't matter. It consisted of loud, distorted sounds echoing off the concrete He ran on top of it in attempt to reach a ladder. Now sometimes, he'd get so close but never touch his destination Which caused too much frustration 'cause he didn't know what it meant And by the end of the dream, he saw the scene from a bird's eye Only to witness his dead body laying on the cement It was only to witness his dead body laying on the cement At first it freaked him out, but after a while he grew content So he thought, "It's just a dream," and kept living his life Writing his soul on the canvas 'cause it sheds his planet light And it goes on and on like space and time, ain't nothing odd. It's not that he didn't believe, he just didn't approve of God. His experience was one I couldn't comprehend. 'Till I stopped being detective and listened to him as a friend. He said [Chorus] He once saw a ...
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