• I raise my bow and prepare for a lyrical strike
    Stalking my prey, I unleash skill and wisdom whistling through the air
    like a Weapon of Mic Destruction
    I am the archer
    Sagittarius
    And when life slows
    From head to toe, I glow white hot
    Ready to blow
    From frustration boiling
    Until my voice raises and changes tone
    I rule from Zeus’ throne
    So I spit lightening along with arrows
    And you can’t contain me
    You see, this urge to be free is my greatest idiosyncrasy
    But don’t mistake this for insecurity
    I just require stimuli at twenty times what you’ll find
    At any place, at any time
    I’m… a hunter
    I have walked arm-in-arm with Orion
    But we don’t talk about that, cuz what happens in Venus
    STAYS in Venus
    Ya know, they say men with big bows also have a big…
    ego
    Which explains why I’m so cocky in my flow
    When my sharp tongue cuts the arteries of my rising Virgin
    Cuz I feed off innocence
    It fuels this viciousness
    They say super sensitivity is ever present in the back of my mind
    Which explains this bubbly personality of mine
    I’m just so perverse; I spit the universe in verse
    But I speak in reverse to disguise every curse
    And it’s so much worse than what you’ve heard before
    I sit at Heaven’s door
    Seducing God herself with my forked tongue
    I am the storm driven p***k that kicked Pluto out of the line-up
    And I should probably make this clear to you
    I am the one your parents warned you not to speak to
    The playful con artist with pan flute in hand
    From every time zone, planet, galazy, and every land
    I am the envy of every man
    Cuz my Celestial Sound is so imperially profound
    It’ll cause a cataclysm unfounded
    I am dogged, no, better yet, I am hounded
    Constantly wounded
    Bruised far too blue-black with contusions
    I have made my bed but plan to sleep in yours
    I wage wars over-seas, but find my peace on-shores
    And I crawl under your skin like the toxins that give you jaundice
    I’m on your nerves like neurofibromatosis
    The kind that deforms you
    Givin you a poetic archetype to conform to
    And let me inform you:
    Sagittarius bows to no man or beast.
    I snap Scorpio stings
    And eat Cancer meat
    And with a Leo coat wrapped around these Royal shoulders
    I make ALL the Virgos kneel at my feet
    I am the Jester disguising himself as a King
    And if you don’t understand well,
    It’s a Sagittarius thing.