Speak When Spoken to

I'm the one that decides if and when you get to have a turn.

Strike a match, I control the fire be it the smoke, light, or the burn.

One serrated tooth from a megalodon is adequate to extrapolate it's size.

Whistleblowers shun the Pentagon with a calendar of the country's demise.

The smallest things are the keys to understand the scale of a much bigger picture.

Step over me to teach about power and wisdom of which I am a permanent fixture.

You don't know my name, but I am the nagging pebble that God put in his adversary's shoe.

He can no longer run to pursue evil, and would have disavowed me in seconds had he only knew.

The same people that show an interest in freeing you want to lock you down in mental game.

Self-improvement is an industry that if it were dealing honestly would be called rental shame.

They will diagnose you as narcissistic, envious, rash, weak, and insecure.

The reason why they identify these traits is because they fester with them and more.

When I compose, the pain is felt to the extent readers plead with me to remove the arrow.

The authority comes from heaven, I don't deal with spiritists shuffling a deck of the tarot.

How many sour faces must I deal with after I put them away in much needed penalty box.

They don't realize it could have been much worse like death by an avalanche of granite rocks.

I walk along side a host of interesting characters that try to stuff me into their fan club.

Yet my anointing is strong enough to scratch out their names like a steal S.O.S. pan scrub.

I am a walking red flag, so please spare me of the boring and diminutive psycho babble.

If you want spiritual revitalization, then save that rehearsed nonsense for the hurt rabble.

You want to learn how I operate, and take notes expecting to hear a hustle.

Watch how two eagles copulate, it is a commitment unto death, and not about developing a muscle.