ME: a poem

I'm illuminated but at no degree
if I was to choose a number it'll be higher than 33
my third eye's open strapped with a spiritual sheath
I watch the tube but fnords don't get to me
see knowledge above all is more my taste
you know a mind's a terrible thing to waste
I stay on cloud 9 no need to lace
& when I burn the tree its always to the face
a lotta ya'll mufuckas don't really like me
could give a fuck too multidimensional; no DMT
I think there's too much adrenochrome inside of me
you mundanes are blind; the unseen's insight to me
known as a pagan & bruja; you know a witch
but I'm more of open minded, uncouth bitch
that's too busy to watch you; tryin to get rich
cuz at the top of the pyramid is where I sit
laughin at the ignorant; ya'll funny to me
sometimes I wonder why I pay DIRECTV
hilariously laughin cuz you really think that you're free
hypnotized by MTV, VH1, & BET
illuminatin & imitating ya favorite idol
not realizin that you are your only rival
everybody & they momma wants a fuckin title
go hard cuz only a few can make it to the finals
I was slipped the red pill instead of the blue
its all about knowledge, baby; no SOO-WOO
neva needed a gang; that's the definite truth
& I ain't even write this for the fuckin booth
just lettin it be known who I be & that I stands alone
I'm the Queen of my colony not a fuckin drone
no need to prove it cuz the shit is shown
I'm the prototype; go 'head be anotha clone.......