Time - Patterns of Vultures

In front of the Boys and Girls Club measuring with a triple beam
The cops came we threw it under the seat and left the scene
I wasn't even 18 but I was in the machine
A treadmill of trauma with no mentor to intervene
Luckily, I had people that loved me and kept me clean
Always thirsty for knowledge, hip-hop was my canteen
Thoughts deep like submarine, flow sick take Dramamine
Bounce my body like trampoline, to dimensions unseen
Always dropping new shit treat internet like latrine
My Fears don’t have Tears but Who Killed Tangerine?
Everybody Wants to Rule the World but they Shout over the screams
Skeletons in my closet like Alexander McQueen
I beheld a pale horse and I gave it pale shelter
The other 3 came and said why did you help her?
They said she came for your soul in her sleep you should've killed her
I said I respect death, I welcome her, that repels her
I’m a word welder with sounds wave I propel em
I shoot em through portals and they travel interstellar
Maybe they travel through time and I wrote this as an elder?
To encourage myself, to keep going, keep building
Are you the consumer or are you the seller?
I'd rather be neither and go where reciprocity's dwelling
The pale moon reflected off the steel of his sword
His sliced off the S now it's a word to behold
When something is written is there a way to change it?
She said no but you can keep writing to rearrange it
He asked if everything was written by the same hand?
She said if you personify the universe you can't understand
He only asked 2 questions but it took all night
The sun started to rise he saw clouds of red dust sprites
The desert only kills those who remain distracted
The more you talk of death the more it's attracted
When you come face to face with your enemies you’ll see there's none
When you finally accept loss you’ll see you already won
She said do you understand the flight of the hawks?
Reading the patterns of vultures is another way death talks
Learn the silence of the desert, have you heard a mountain scream?
How do you describe presence, maybe the movement of a stream?
The birds only tell what they want you to know
Find the secrets somewhere else back to Paulo's Path you go