WHEN I BREAK OUT OF JAIL

When i break out of jail
its all gonna be nothing
but 16bars
heart dropping verses
pinnacles of rhythm and flow
within 16 solid bars
more like cells 
too versatile and dynamic
in nurture
that may cause
elusive eruptions
more lava flowing
in crevices
drawing
capturing
all fantasies
streaming
from the core within
powered by mental chambers
within the abyss of my membrane
that may be deemed orgasmic
in nature as i throw the rope
hanging at the edge of a cliff
a hologram
captured
in 3D
of a somnambulist
sleep walking
on an island of verses in hoses
conundrums
of flows
raising
16barz
that breaks shackles and all known cycles