My name is Borz
Its actually Al-Borz
People have a tough time with my name, but thats alright.
People ask me, why you say? or how you say? thats all thought.
Ok, listen here. Its just like this. I love you. Your my human and im your human.
We are in this together and judgement is a big fear.
Sometimes I compliment my thoughts for my dear.
My dearest is closet to me than my near.
SO I write free flow to get them by my ear.
But what is it to me if you hear?
I have nothing to give but my share.
In farsi, share means song.
So I tell you, listen to this chong.
I talk truth, and write rhythm.
FOr your mind, and my mind to prism.
Peak to the altitude, touch base, and shoot for gold.
We go higher an higher, taking the world.
We go higher and higher, touching the soil.
Its a vertical, dimensional, prism.
No limits, but those of fear induced jism.
Touch the sky, and see that there is no sky, but your imagination, bring you by.
Ego boost full. Mission complete. I am better than you. So I am defeat.