Visionary Median

[Verse 1: Median]
It's been awhile since I've battled with these mics and shit
Quoted my mind, scribble what I like and shit
It's kinda strange how I'm holding my ways
I'm in a daze, getting old in my age
I'm getting greys as I'm folding my page
Marking my spot, flipping to some other shit
International now and I'm loving it
Give me five weeks in Ghana
Chicks'll wanna marry a nigga
No sex, no figures, I bagged her off a conversation
I'm going back in though
Cali was the shit. Ghana's where it's at
I really can't describe it in a rhyme, so intense
It's kinda like I got a seventh sense
And if I had no tongue, could you tell me about taste?
Picture that. Could you help me picture that?
If I didn't have eyes, I could only hear for vision
Could only hear your vision, could you paint a picture?
Cause I would listen if it's visionary
If you had what I was missing I would listen
I would listen if it's visionary
It's getting scary cause I'm feeling my strength
Learning my fight, using my time, glowing
Chanelling a cry into the speaker
My grind in session is like a blessing
Because it's not work to me, I'm like Hercules
But can I make a dollar out of sense?
9th could you harmonize my experience?
If I had no ears, and I could only see the people's actions
Could their laughing and dancing become closed captions?
Picture that shit. If you could move the crowd
To the point where I could hear it when I feel it
Then I would listen
And I would set aside the time to picture that
If I could hear it when I feel it
If you could paint a picture, as they receive the beat
If they react and spoke back to me, shit
Then I would pay attention, I would take the time to take a picture
I'd take a picture cause it's visionary