Khamali King Creases
See the world as we know it, drowned in the focus
The opus of the eye, the stars have aligned
The words of the creed, the land of the free
The notion of the mind, the stories of a lie
Cryptic and true, stolen by youth
Aged within time, reached the bottom line
Prosperity in color, lessons of my mother
This golden sphere of mine, son you have arrived only in design