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A zig-zag hypothesis was inevitabally created, to dodge the bullets from the critics and avoid being debated.  But the time is now belated, like a "happy birthday" from an inebriated parent.  The importance only escilated and the truth-turn-tables were running backwards, striking fear into the ear of the listeners, who labeled the theory as queer and dismissed it like an innocent plea for a speeding ticket.  The zig-zag had patterns unline anything on Earth.  And the onlookers had it worst as they felt their minds about to burst until they were finally submersed into the pools of the church.

  If God were Lee Oswald i'd be the on the grassy knoll, shooting zig-zag bullets into everyone i know.  back and to the left as all the tapes show, we mentally and physically turned them into ghosts.  now the death of their oldself brings pain, while their rebirth is taken to another plane, they followed the zig-zag with every fiber of their being, and now they get to meet their new age king.  The zig-zags climbed up, making a stairway to heaven, for all of you to use to listen to The Reverend. I'm servin' my sermon so take a seat with your bretheren.  

  I spend more time in my life wondering than doing,

  I spend more time in my life worrying than pursueing,

  I spend more time in my life saving than consuming,

  There's no patents pending on the idea's that i'm vending, while all your ears are bending to pick up what im sending my message is almost ending and you'll be the ones pretending that you're spending time tending to my lyrics.  You'll have to set up a matrix to decipher my quatrain-esk proverbs, im like Nostradaumus with my numbers, calculating with precision the amount of the division an instant before the collision of the photons with your vision from your calculator prison.  I'll put you into submission if you dont ask for my permission to understand my verbal mission, i'll leave your head spinning.  but people think i've got a screw loose.  like frankenstein who almost lost a nut, but instead its a bolt. now to the next instance of my name, like tron my intellect is from a futuristic age, but im a holy-man reverend an all-together sage.  the crowds part when i take the stage, one half understanding the other full of rage.  like moses with his staff, the mic makes my path, an east meets west way to finally grasp the craft of abstract math.  the tao of physics has its limits in its movement and its premise.  waters only a quarter of what makes up lifes essence.  there's earth wind and fire, one for each plane of desire.  the earth being here, living in fear of which way to steer on this purgatory of derrogatory glares, scuffles and sneers; which leads us to fire, an apple tainted desire, adam and eve's more plus a snakes body for hire.  deep seeded voids trying to be filled with satans ploys of easy joy.  The lofty trickery of an aero-epiphany gives way to the winds of divinity.  hopefull bliss like a midsummers kiss intertwined with the love that can only be felt when you've been missed.  the water gives route to the other three planes, made up like the psyche, ego, super ego and id.  people always wonder what they did when its time to listen in, its like a lecture from a professor.  and you'll have to use the cliff notes on your dresser to try pass my test-er, but what will you do when you see my image is lesser?  i'll be treated like a leper, or maybe like a heiffer at a party, alone against the wall, waiting for my call, to come on stage.  I'll show you how to gauge these prismatic rays, of all shapes and sizes and how they look when not divided.  Thats why a white kid with a mohawk can show hip-hop what its all about.. putting words into action is the greatest satisfaction.....