Perfect Sentance

Please savour the first taste, and pace your first race placing Seen them nerves that have you pacing round the backstage I mean we're all scared of being slaves Learning to contain all our rages in those deep and dark places Until they bust loose, float to the surface, sail-like ghost ships Tormenting up the seven seas of wordplay I've been surfing And my life's sentence? Being to find the perfect sentence Observing the learning curve that seems to serve only to dent us And the pain's relentless I tried to get away but stayed put Like a prisoner in magnetic boots But like an astronaut in space suits, had you all fooled Thinking I've been gone for months out stepping upon the moon When I rarely even left my front room Shadow looming over paper trails That tell tales delving deeper than an ocean whale A sirens song to hypnotise, a truth to contradict the lies My guided hand is gliding blindly writing signs to capture time Easy when you do, easy when you don't Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine Take your time, hard-working on your mind And maybe you will find the perfect sentence Because it's not easy when you do, easy when you don't Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine Take your time, hard-working on your mind And maybe you will find Who knows whose prose is going to get chose like those of Moses? Give you a hint I'm standing next to a burning bus of roses I stamp on toes break noses, I spit flows like hoses I am the explosives in the back of the mind of Joseph Urging him that virgin birth is verging on the verge of Virtual insanity The absurd verse that you heard first is virtual reality Got a warped grip walk with a warped stick To talk to the court in the chalk pit 'bout how I stalked Stabbed and grabbed Brad with a pit bull and a pitchfork Learnt the rich talk and the Crip walk Flip pork every time I pass the pigs I'm on the down low like Russian MIGs Flying over wigwams and ghettos filled up with the Nation of Islam Cutting it up like jealous wives with knives Or cats who think that they've got nine lives You want to joyride? Ask Ironside about handbrake turns Hit you harder than when you land break and burn Hard to discern in the depths like Jules Verne Easy when you do, easy when you don't Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine Take your time, hard-working on your mind And maybe you will find the perfect sentence Because it's not easy when you do, easy when you don't Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine Take your time, hard-working on your mind And maybe you will find The erratic attic dweller Teller of the interstellar search to find the perfect sentence Building bridges, burning fences as I stayed pensive Working this rhyme factory Actively avoiding all matter that doesn't matter factually The scratch-back faction that seeks to speak but never preach And wherever we reach we keep it relative Chill like sedative, stay on this tip like I was meditative Conversably alert knowing my iron will never give Because It's not Easy when you do, easy when you don't Whatever gets you up to the front lines fine Take your time, hard-working on your mind And maybe you will find