Copies Write

Cops are out
and the copies right
I raise my fists
to mock a fight
but a black probe drops
out of the blue sky
to hand me a ticket
cause I disobeyed mine
these laws that formed
when the mirror broke
tongue protrude
for the death stroke
drumming up unseen spirits
out of hand this ticket is it
a circle around a c
gives me the deed
and the royalties
confined within this little puddle
the eddie self aware
sitting up on the tippy top
cast your eyes above
you power monger
war believer
pusher
see the sudden thunder
from your true place of origin
that came after you
to jump start you
to love evreything you've done
but make it new
look up
I am the One.