This is not what I claim to be but it seems that atleast for now I am that which I do not claim. Learning, thinking and creating is what they love. Some of the greatest minds are from a time we cannot go back to. Think. Think. Think. Lover of wisdom. Knowledge is what I seek

The rich have it in expensive walls, plus The poor have it as part of a city bus If you eat it, you might get cancer in your esophagus If not nothing, what am I thus?

I stole a hand but lost a fight, Tick-tock haunts my dreams at night. I chase a boy who won’t grow old, While shadows laugh and stories fold. Curved like a grin, a captain’s crook, Name me, feared on deck and in every book.

A glimpse of me will have you searching your memories But as soon as you think of me I’ve already left

Beauty fell in love, a homonym of one, I’ll accept either spelling, Y or IE, son. Better said, Boys Entering Anarchistic States Towards Inner Excellence-one word’s a waste. Combined, three MCs and one DJ rule the land, Legendary crew, crashing MTV like Nathaniel Hornblower, man. Two words there be, all the clues plain to see, So ride my rhymes, as I Sabotage out, carefree.