I listed my body of work on a page and centered it 
It resembled the Tree of Life
So I dismembered it 
Dissected every word that I read in it
Body
Arm 
Arm 
Leg 
Leg
Head
And it took a walk 
Through my mental 
Subliminal instruments 
Just by the beat of my heart 
Stimulated 
Blitz of whispers  
Cuts from sharp tongue
Sentences full of blisters 
Hit up stages with open mics
Marauding for listeners 
In Air-Max Nikes 
Gotta put on my track shoes 
‘Cause I plan to
Run through 
Your thoughts all night 
My style? 
Synonymous with strobe lights
Superfluous sometimes  
Often extreme
But that’s when my shit 
Switches speeds
And transforms from strobes
To high-beams
Nah mean? 
Your wordsmith 
Maintenance Man 
Doctor Cool Breeze
HAKIM
Constantly changing
Always rearranging
Boldly go 
Where others have gone before 
Still engaging 
Vidid
Shit 
I only talk it 
If
I
Lived it 
Real? 
Some Say 
Other’s 
According to how they feel
Some say 
Most of my shit 
Is inadmissible in court 
But 
I got that on appeal 
Man of flesh 
Mind made of steel 
Can leap over ignorance 
In a single bound 
What’s that sound?
Told y’all 
That’s how my heart pounds 
Skin so brown 
Chocolate Freaks
Take up the front seats 
Just to peep 
How my nature leaks 
I’d provide the flow 
In a still creek
My exhale of words
Moves winds across seas 
More thoughts
Than a rain forest 
Got tree leaves 
Folks be like he’s 
Full of himself
But the truth 
Is
I am truly 
Full off you 
Often extreme
But that’s when my shit 
Switches speeds
And transforms from strobes
To high-beams
Nah mean?
Your wordsmith 
Maintenance Man 
Doctor Cool Breeze
HAKIM