The Spirit of the 4th Kind ( We Spoke about Everything )

When calculated moves must improve as a born legend
With gods presence, he moved like a scrapped weapon

Extreme in reality, he said I'll separate your head
Break away from your body, detaching your mind
With a potent punch if you challenge me

He could magnify religion, amplify commission
Passing down the truth in life
Freeing those souls, being stuck in a time
Inside a mind prison

He seen the coronation of a good kid gone missing
Articulated a drive by and didn't leave a witness

Fully committed, older kids paid attention
They watched the carcass get ripped
From all the ammunition
The bullets kept hitting

He amputated his competition
and watch, they eyes burn out, with gun fire
Still spitting

He walks through the dark halls searching for the light
He waited then released the hype
When goners thought it was all right

Its in the street, the higher power will provide
Relief to the seeds, steady ducking from the beast

He seen disrespectful crimes, that made him
Feel cold inside

The words that he left behind
Were meant to levitate your mind

He was the spirit of the 4th kind
(We spoke about everything)

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)