Wisdom rains down on my tattered hood
I jump out of my home of old plywood
Television and internet waves abound
Jabbing me with provocative sound
Stripping away each layer of resistance
Visiting me with increasing persistence
A suspicion wraps around my brain
Speeding impulses like a bullet train
What was hazy is now quite vivid
Speaking in code makes strangers livid
They can’t hear what rushes through my eyes
Our laden ship of ideas begins to capsize
I spin the vision like a swirling lariat
In a parallel dream I’m driving a chariot
On a long journey for the divine answer
Wisdom grows like an aggressive cancer
Acumen is blessed to a chosen few
Misunderstood like island voodoo
Look into my backward spinning eye
Trust me, you’ve never uncovered a lie
I’m here everyday to reveal the truth
I’ll say more if you feed my sweet tooth
Facts I got, as fast as they can be dictated
God talks to me, his wisdom is translated
Some of us are selected we can be trusted
False prophets try hard but will be busted
What I mumble today is true tomorrow
Then I’ll disappear back into the shadow
