I see all angles like a mirror and a protractor.

I see people as they are by checking their glow factor.

You can flow fact or fiction - man's gift and infliction.

One man is wise while the other flips coniptions.

The fool gets off while the other flips convictions.

One devises evil like they're part of the Klan Knieval and acquires everything a man can touch.

One compromises self to bask in His wealth and ends up with not too much.

One aspires to soar but can't make it of the floor, struggling to get more while caught at his core.

The other spits on the poor and misbegotten.

One never forgets the forgotten; never being content with just picking cotton.

One blends with the city because his insides are rotten.

The other changes it because his heart is purt like love is the cure.

His is the only thing of that which I am sure, all else is confusion.

Give em all a contusion and an infusion of illusion because what you can envision you can make happen.

One man claps, the other bows to the clapping.

One man raps, the other tears off the wrapping.

One traps and the other gets caught in the trapping.

Whatever you do go hard.

Do not be on the map.

Be the whole mapping.