Secrets of the Path

Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don't corrupt I
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni
Feels like I'm chasing tracers
Focus faded

In my hand I possess the knowledge of a sweet new way
Into the secret element
Fires fade upon the altar where godheads are displayed
Eternal rapture of the soul incarnates with no stains
I am The Cloudy Daughter centre of the storm, rising outta swirling water
My stature will surpass the stars

Venus of the mist whose light can be seen from afar
Burns eternal like the battle of Seth and Ra
But these blue wings will carry I into the Essence of All
We were heroes, long ago, before the legends of the fall
Building temples in the sky, rising high above nine
To fight alike, spears sharper than stalagmites
Gaining access to cosmic divine methods
Cos none dare to question the might of Akasha's records
Spirit guides join forces as we come undone, become one
The mystic Number of the Sun

Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don't corrupt I
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni
Feel like I'm chasing tracers
Focus faded, tryna outrun the ticking of these heart paces
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don't corrupt I
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni
Feel like I'm chasing tracers
Focus faded, focus faded

What kinda ism is this?
We're like light thru a prism before the schism is killed
In the prison of sleep I keep rhyming through bars, lucid dreaming
Heard that love's brighter from the outside, believe it
This morning when life woke up, I dove back down into slumber
Cuz in-between realities, there's glitches when I stutter
Sleep-talking formula with in-breath
Exhale solutions, scientist in me is inbred
My language traps the tongue
Caught in diction mazes lost for days in hazy blazes
While fiery words transcend these mortal planes
My verbal play's like smoke signals, home of the braves
And wild style thoughts can spray when the clouds spell river clay
Psycho-analyst type in-between-the-lines reader
Deciphering codes beneath the eyelids as a dreamer
Diving deeper into abstract, non-conformity
My realest self's created thru celestial artistry

Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don't corrupt I
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni
Feel like I'm chasing tracers
Focus faded, tryna outrun the ticking of these heart paces
Shed the skin, shrink the iris, human don't corrupt I
Frank when I speak, chief wordsmith alumni
Feel like I'm chasing tracers
Focus faded, focus faded