Zyon Gray aka Gray the Poet spits some incredible poetry.
“to the un-trained eye I’ve died and re-incarnation is served in hormone cocktails..”
“excuse you for transcending deception…this is my immaculate conception of self…I am he…”
Check out part III’s teaser, here.
(Source: mekhimorphosis)
Reblogged from reconcile instead of run.
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