“Barabass over Christ” In the beginning of the era of Christ, I hope you all remember even if you weren’t there; remember all the stories shared, it was the people who choose barabass over Christ. The people so don’t tag yourself, cause people are still some. Til-den from now it’s the same thoughts, if I was a futuristic historian’ people are but yet still the same mind frame. “Barabass over Christ” Since 1333 years B.C. there was one Son Of Israel before I, which to my beliefs was King Tutankhamun within 1650-1900 B.C.E now it’s 2022; the signs are visible but yet still the world is covered in blindfolds as the red heifers shows and epoch grows the end of days rose closer. For a youth from the mire, the sun drew close has Christ prophecies unfolding. The flaming Golden Chariot will be the last light, so every longer live-r will see the last light. After my death, the world will come to an end the following morning. The Lord will then take 3 days to recreate earth. Where the world will be nothing but priest and priestesses. After, their world will also followed to come to an end because of families having sexual intercourse with each other. Christ the Father cause he died for all our sins, the Son actually meant the Sun. In his holy spirit he is Metatron. I had so many constant days and nights at sea so long ago, I could still hear tug boats even though I’m not by the seashore and the train lines are right behind my bedroom window. Soon the Earth or Judah will recognize Christ since I’m not the reminder but yet the enemy. You’ll won’t be able to see the king till spiritual form. The last spark of light, then remember that I had told you so. The end of all world; the deliverance; the end of all chapters; the ending of all mortals, mortality; end of life itself; the end of revelation will be revealed to you all in spiritual form? No, nothing will be remembered, so has I said before: memba I told you so, the last spark; the last light is Christ Jesus; the Flaming Golden Chariot. The END.(Early Now DayZ(Z: D-Day).
“Pressure Balls As Fun”. “Wondering if the past nights, walking underneath light poles made me so electro- magnetic beginning to shorten out in the fields.”The way we abuse our addictions are the same Dido attitudes and behaviors we still inflicting relationship. To the point there’s only one questions. What matters? Only the paper, just as if it’s AI: quote asking? What’s practice? Now, mine knees in dirt heading destination routed heading road to dearth. Asking, my lord. Thy saviour, what’s paper? What’s paper? What’s paper? With eyes closed shut seen the flashes that sparks gashes of sparks from the sockets to switches no angels here on ground where they had walked. But I saw lighting flashes, gun sparks and smitten by thy Lord one stroked curved in sky. Some of these things as listed has to be spoken in truth: is been one of the most gifted but can’t write a song? 2 nd verse is as if it’s a quote from Bible verses cause it’s true. Lately, hurt don’t hold burden. Obviously, it might have stopped hurten from these generic love, so poetically from the past of yesterday rhetoric till future of centuries ago. Everything is a lie and without doubt no more shadows hidden in mind. To separate, I had to disconnect, disengage and disassociate to stop the head aches from playing their silly insipid mind games. Studied the racism war from racing for clout now to color of skin. Tatted all of my skin in paint, inside out not in to the left of the fences. It’s filled with unlived spirits and the left of the bridges is swimming with fishes both ends up in cemeteries. My only network is thy father; thy Lord and savior Christ so it made my net worth became crucible with the passion of Christ. The latest prophecies from the minority report: but the latest predictions of the women that were drugged abuse as for the men same mental frame remains for sure; we’re stuck in mental quicksands at Benjamin Buttons rewiring back to his era; phycologically from the first young age at traumatic experiences to make you have hatred for words but love of physical violence. Some personalized feelings is as if a burst of a scene from movie clips.Tired of these last DayZ mind games; walking straight but still traveling side ways on an incline on the side walks. Still hearing tones of whispering voices in the background saying not to mention NBA slogans for nothing only Porno alone as stone love. Still picturing brown birds flying low as ground dove. See and heard people calling me fool and rat as if I’m the one is the pot cursing the kettle which is black. How it’s this time now I’ve been dropping on my knees whenever I’m missing the Sun, my father:- where it’s hard to show love to your so-called enemies; why you hide when it’s time to show love? All this writing and still not able to write my piece – my autobiography. Wishing wounds could have healed automatically. Same reasons my dreamscape been broken to see crime and violence end up bigger than a automobile accident, dramatically. It’s so hard from big pond to edit all my paragraph wars even hearing criticism from far… What keep me alive this far remains as scars. Weed has mine mind high right now Sasha, when living as the Obama’s everything welded and guard up included mindset. One thing about the ghetto when it rains, the cables are so low the lights are first to dim.To kid Cudi:- “Too kay roo halazmada” from Royal. Don’t say ta-ta-: good bye to music. Just a craziest of thought, if I had a stone as a heart? I’ll wear it on the left side on my arm hetch out courage. But there’s not a lot of toughness in the interior, there ain’t nothing to talk about. Been learning physical therapy from the swans got me wanting a pair of swan painted designer shoes. During the middle of the day when both moon and sun out in a brawling day, ,90% angle is where the earth position stay. A mixture of joke and humor is as like brunches best than breakfast or lunches just best of both world it is. If Christ was Jamaican: he would a sey “yuh tink human beings eazy?” Even though I am not legend, lost thoughts I’ve owned cause I’ve heard others at times. Never heard a slogan to dead at 67 or 31 is 2 young. One silver quarter valued, not even a $50¢ (fifty -cent); left sights from NY wasn’t too- packed but now filled with files to understand that I am the epoch. Before the ending, 515 started from 0.When mentioning names it’s not for fame nor cause I’m feeling as if I’m a terrorist cause privacies been violated. I now know, kind nor folk to battle rappers and old school histories. fell out of love but stuck in the light still. I don’t want to or wish to involve you in mixed up, with sensitive private issues. Just one of those verses that hit you in the heart words from one of Beanie Sigel thoughts “Daddy where have you been?” Know thy place in love and that action alone will match my attitude in life. The lonely days and nights swells head, in headache mind dive. Got me studying words stunned by the world traumatized guess I’m back in primary studying minds. Who best spoke of words without being the greatest of all time? Words traveling through grape Vines been in the oceans studying rhymes. Even before I’ve traveled the equator, I’ve seen a few different sea sides. I can’t be changed alive so please stop acting as if I’m dead.
Unnu comin’ like, 3 letter Agencies and symbols; 2 many corrupted individuals: forming secrets in services and secret societies. Heifer is the right word discrimination for you’ll and I won’t watch what I say: I’m not your 3 legged table or recliner to be used only at meal time. And I’m damn sure, certainly not your curtain. Since Mr. #375 likes to bumble, remember you’re late for the sky, so no matter what you try your money still not tall enough to stop or overshadowed much less overwhelmed the epoch. Yuh issa Bloodclauth idiot, not a genius! Mr. “0”- letter, omicron -unicode – 03BF: I ain’t your BF, this goes out to you and your brethrens plus brothers them. You is a Boomboclauth mental plagiarist; Mental rapist. Go back home to Albania and nuh build no more castle from the minds of the poor! Talk-about strengthening health system – FU&U- Political-Science! Quiting rat- race to upgrade to mind- control; patronymic middle-age John Crow! Don’t patronize me, my mind and voice cord and speak about A1’s glory? And trying to style the poorer class as a beautiful enormous volcanic eruption that was over 3,600 years old? Don’t you have lymphoma or something? Old Swedish insect! Wishing I could have transported back into 9500 years to get rid of the animals plus the dog under the cellar. I’m hearing with my mind not my ears; de-characterized me as lazy? Don’t worry about me being real magical, words are the rudiments in tool kits. I am who I am! 1 God thing about dog, is that they don’t hold grudges; gathered-up-gaurd-dog(gugd)! I had to put myself on schedule, early this morning; shift-a-change to 3 am cause I’ve been up way since before dawn. Not 1, but 3; You broke the human rule. How you was supposed to know, you not a mind reader! Now I’m getting lifted at 7/11 parking lot & @ 7/11 my clock stop. Life’s not a game, it won’t be a next time so you can’t study to get smarter for the next time; cause you won’t remember. You reminded me of a Thanksgiving, crispy turkey! 1 more step, oh 50/20 hotspot.ca that’s perfect; ok, I get it! Ask me, how comes I’m still alive? Dem same medical abbreviated colpos, kill off Bob Marley! I just hate bullies, styling black people as animals. “Listeners World” Sometimes I hear similar ring tones from the listeners World, as if this world is shadowed and cast with mirrors to reach the underworld or spiritual world some how. I may be struggling, stumbled and fall; not a complete failure if lessons learned was thought right. 2 different goals and two different teams and that’s in every league. Seems as if I’ve missed the train but at the same time hoping it doesn’t detailed and fell off the track. Still my life is as if a race on tracks, battling legendaries without a beat or a track. I’m not a dog, not a rat nor a cat, but whose up next at bat? Bwoy… These streets on the blocks been getting hotter lately and it’s not the Sun drawing closer. Even if I never made it to the hot wax, I’ll make my points. Was dreaming of being a millionaire with billionaires thoughts and ideas. Until a broken glass gravitate to my ear. “Listeners World”: time’s running short as if sands through an hour glass. Remembered rudiments from once learned in class from youth going to Hayes All Age School. Squeezing my head through grilled bars slides in and out fast too late, even back then I was an outcast. Even though some may be better than some, some belongs in Federal Institutions. If I was to jump out of a parachute, I would have missed the flight or maybe past out weighing on the air falling from the sky. You’ll transformed me from humanity to immortality before even the coming of thy King. Listeners World! How can I counter attack that? When I’m right there with the next High.
“Perineum Attitude Approved” When all holes are used up, might as well swallowed the spit from hell from which God has created. Some still need to practice the stuff and drink some protein. The Bible done told you that I’m whore some, whose next? Maire blood test results. Even if I’m the #1 prolific I’m but still humbled by the creative, artistry, flow-eology of the order of the quarterly rhymes flowing perpetually. Words utilized added to goggle dictionary automatically. If you asked me who I is? I can’t say I’m the son of man, so they brand me as the son of Sam. Then played the blame game, saying that who, he? He is insane. Some even say, he had everything he had right here. When in reality I had nothing at all cause here comes the circle once more I’m starting over from scratch; losing everything I had once again. But my feelings won’t hurt; though I left in the rain. No love lost, I didn’t feel no pain. So yeah, don’t have to worry bout me, I’m still living and so are you. The guiche otherwise known as perineum, be at the rearview from day 1. We can’t all fit the same shoes or walking around with our perineum attitude approved. Wasn’t a Duncan’s McCloud, couldn’t be an Highlander even as a islander. Working from 5 pm to 3am to create a thesis. The anticipation and anxiety from writing your own story. So when it comes to love, I said no: in terms I’m failing. Some saying: if Royal was telepathic, he would use his mind to contact the president. Lightweight on my tippie toes even as a heavyweight living on minimum wage, guess it’s just about time to make a call to Bill Gates. With a whiff of wishes as soon as telegram draws near( fart). Almost forgotten about the dingle berries. This meant as no disrespect and hope it causes no harm, no foul. If you’ll could see my evil laugh they will say I need help. When I use the word some, it makes my heart drops cause my conspiracy is that’s why Bob Marley got shot. Now, you have your perineum attitude approved.
“Social Justice” There’s no social justice on planet earth, so I’m just waiting on my father to take the victory and glory for the lines they’ve crossed. Everyone screwing with my brain will pay with their lives. I’ve been a witness for Christ whilst he was been crucified. Did anyone ask themselves the question? Why? His salvation! I’m the one bearing his heart! Remember once his heart stops on earth, he’ll be back; the government broke the law. Vengeance and justice will be served under one justice league – truth. The conceptions of justice consist of what is lawful and fair which is the virtue of souls. Iustitia- tzedek sometimes righteousness is a slogan itself which is “justice.” By Rasano, ‘Christ Jesus’ will get his salvation on earth because we are the ones that’s back in time. I didn’t wanted to be the asesino of everyone and become a murderer cause it’s not a personal crusade. So deny me an identification card and try stealing my identity won’t win anything cause this time, you’ve went too far! Sacrifice is the favor in what comes easiest because of the lessons earth have been teaching me. What is fair? What is just? Do you know what’s, truth from the heart? All good taught, is vanity and lies? This society is in question! But yet still, I have to hold on to all the spirituality so I’ve missed a lot; happiness became happiless. All these mind games and bubble****. Makeup of murderers and make choices even harder but not for me; Son Of Israel!
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"Stitch" Say or do 1 thing then it's as if, tag- you-are-it; you are now stitch. This is no poor(ghetto) people riddle nor fiddle, justice will be served. Just understanding and knowing thy self is wisdom and understanding and to remember that life is wealth. Just as if I'm wishing on a star for the seiz of violence and peace on earth, instead of keep burying and rest in peace. It's about the circle all over again; bringing peace to receive love, which everyone deserves wether you are a pagan, bigot, iniquity, Christly, godly or antichrist. Lately, being online is formated phobias(Black Web Phobias); doing all ways best to keep positive but daily intentions intertwined with pain. But yet still, no complaints. If only I could synchronized with geniuses brain, just imagining world of sophisticated rebels. Stitch, they've tap in my brain but no man will drive me insane. Instantly I can feel the rain even though the days are brighter suns. With all wishes and intention, if words escapes the mind then truth will be a stitch to fix the hearts. The reasons been spoken: I was always going to be late for my own dirt( funeral); now they've drag me through the dirt(earth), still I've tried so hard to escape becoming dearth (dirt poor). But, I've spewed & spewed till even vanity's, been spewed out and through that caused many feuds. Many nights, many days seems as forever but with thoughts that's are driving Christ child to suicide, I'm hungry with food but only reminiscing about feud; stitch:- good thing I'm not an F.B. I- but they are...They've taken away my focus, rhymes flowing slow as Mase flow. Sounded as if the horror show has started, it's getting creepy. There's no more point for me to read out aloud; all three(3) times I've been a witness of Christ, he remained silent. Been essential to many missions but I'm not the rat crawling around the house. My stock's invisible cross, my dying day will be his sacrifice; can't keep this mind sacred no more. Never Again Volunteer Yourself, I'm not a traitor. Feeling jamdown, screwed me royalty as a king. Wish mind could made me disappeared; fairytale life, won't win the Best Writer Grammy (BWG). Could go on & on but I want to be silent but still I fight, can't win the demonic forces. Just the thoughts of everyone knowing but they keep covering it up. Still there's Royalty's Blood, flowing pressuring my veins. Words Outreaches, companied being summoned by the third (3rd) heavens to exposes all secrets once and for all? Top-secret information, why am here? Is this, the haunting? A lot of questions that raised eyelids. Who are they reporting to? Now, I know even the sky is watching me. Who is it, behind? Probably, way beyond classified. Stitch; freeze, unfrozen then refrozen again, again, and again. The key is miseducation from the start. This will be filled with many thoughts, many things I've fumbled While maneuvering with or without light or dark. Since childhood racing beside dogs, with every trip and falls. Whose mouth is it to say something about how far I've come or about Farrakhan? Hearing the thundering roar while inside but far out: I'm sure it's plenty of rain when it's thunder storming. It doesn't matter how you've survived from bag juice and bulla cake to eating peter pan peanut butter straight out the jars; so unnu stay deh gwaan laugh at the youth from the mire- how he's only a pickle in a pickle jar. Whatever talk yuh nuh waan fi hear jus don't say it or ask if him mentioned it yet? "update" Jesus called me yet the magician in this scripture he wrote. So no matter if it's pouring raining I pray on my knees and so comes Sun out shining. So should the heart of a men soul be touched by words from enlightened tongues. Such famous quotes: LRoyal is for loser." Forgetting about board boxes, shove, but yet still straight gun shot in a dancehall Barry tone. Nunnin/nothing more words placed me in the corner just a little spot, voices travelled from far but sounded so close, asking a question: "A rat, Royal, a rat?" Asking myself answers to rewind questions: everything is admirable, but what is social justice when my security ain't built safe; just born saved? When answers dug a whole from the whole of life of peace, hope, faith, and love? So I'll keep editing, adding more blocks and starting a new paragraph to maintain a writing demographic. Real talk, no more voting for democrat; swear I'm about to switch, viewings things through sterography to see things as stereoscopy. Words crumbled as bread, bled red blood which bleedeth from a baby nose hole. Because maybe I would have been a better writer by now if only I'd been listening tru to voices. Saying hello, I'm in my slim shading moment. I've overheard, there's not even a prayer or quotes: Jesus was long time ago. Not even the western days where Preist saved. It was there the gun token days left bloody memories with red stains so forget about even biggie quotes whenever you chose to spoke of "back in the days." So here's the next paragraph coming from thoughts near but editing an add from far about another portion of parts of this paragraph war. Clearing throat to start, stuck way in the black sea without even a raft. Forgetting about a draft it's not a draft for an NBA draft. Suddenly from way a Switzerland other minds can tell "you can mention the NBA without mentioning the NFL." So nights I stayed up, mind programmed computerized by a chip. I swore my mind elevated, take trips on spaceships. Even the spirits communicating around me I alt, and ignore. When I can still hear all these loud whistles in my ear as if I'm a D.O.G. getting louder drowning my mood changing my chemistry and flickering my games while playing on the tube box as switches on and off. Wondering what's one word paranoia from walking under light poles. Took an outlook at the outlined not afraid to take a second look at the one step of foot print in the sand. Prip at a glance in memories which I had banked but wealth from account classes days still forgot how to write a check without coming blank. Was too afraid to step off the plank, when it came time to have had learn to swim as best as a fish in tank. Empty kettle makes a lot of noise, I could still use doctor terminology," smelling a lot of wrenking medical vocabulary abbreviation colpos from far." All my dreams been shattered way before thoughts of mirror was in creation. That set of foot prints were 3 days old. Carpet wetted and stained from spilt white wine dirty as Andrew's raign. Sustainable positive intentions from the same positive energy. Love solution truth patches but lift off when day beams down come boiling Sun. Not only because burst of angrily roar in air I can feel the vibration 4 Attributed at 9 And recognition to influence is 0. Words pouted clear and clean water as fire hot and ice keeps you frozen. Pen ran dried ink low panthers crawled and craw for freedom. Such crazy verses got black people against white people as if it's a quote from someone racist. Thoughts of building an emoji that fits right after a smirk and named it generic love. So many broken families and broken homes had cats to become men, head of households. Not to mention the past, pressured been through. Felt Joshua's tear drops on shoulder blade before it start fall rain. I've said who I was but yet people still say who am I to change history as if it was a Cam'ron's verse. I told everyone I'm the replica of my father, Christ; thy Lord. I can't even look in the mirror without heldin on his memories.
“Icarus” Ovelpo/ Oneiro/ Dream: can’t be achieved without privacy, peace of mind and visions and maybe reversed; without piece of mind and visions, without privacy of thoughts from the mind there’s hardly any oneiro to accomplish because of leisters. While my thoughts I have in mind, at the same time I’m subject to listen echoes of my thoughts and other people voices and thoughts travelling and running while like a mad dog. It’s just easy to say how annoying it is to me, so I wonder? It’s as if I’ve been bitten even though I thought invasion of humans right and civility was unacceptable and just wrong. I’ve been violated so now I’m wrong? If it wasn’t for thy father Christ then I would have been a documentary ( psychopath). So I speak out of mine privacy being violated, but how much more people’s privacy status been violated; but 1 thing I’m hearing in the background is, not please forgive me but it’s we shall overcome. Yet still it’s the same attitude as the leaders and people in high positions, but. Still, there’s not a solution but, yet still a lot of chess players. When I speak like this, then my stomach spoke out aloud to let me know I’ve said too much. Even learn to ignore the spirits that surrounds me. Not even Jesus brethrens can’t get through to me even if they’re truffling my haribo golden bears bag next to me. Let it be because, I’m the son of Israel. I’m supposed to fail, not successful. I’m the shunned oned; I’m supposed to be dearth poor And the list goes on to etc. Etc. etc. Humans bleed and feel pain because of the torture, hanging and nail to the cross( sacrifice) Christ Jesus been through so we are here today. From the Gaape: repent to God; from the Advent: Praise Christ Jesus, thy Lord. The ends is near from Epoch. From the Son Of Israel, then tomorrow is near; from the Prophet: missing book structure. From the Philosopher, why not create your own concepts. Whisper rushes in from my stomach were aloud.
“Patio’s In Bilingual Category?” I Was Set As Rebound & Assist, Wasn’t Built Like Focus With An Engine And A Transmission. Royal this, Royal that; Royal brown, Royal black… I never thought I’ll have a new balance(aches like acne) in all different perspectives of life…. Things that use to make me happy, I’m just not happy no more…. More while I’m pissed off but I’m glad inside……. I came out the trenches yet I’m blinded by shades by all these niggas with money…. Lets talk about it…….. Why they all in my business? Back and forth, back and forth…… Driving me crazy…… Sometimes words alone don’t express word…….. You really didn’t know that?..? At times I should wonder, how brain like yours gets much higher???? Why live a life of rude bwoy(boy)? Hopefully I’m a great rebounder to get the putbacks. Popped 1 and a few shots on the blocks eating KFC while drinking Nantucket. I was set As Rebound and assist, wasn’t built like focus with an engine and a transmission. Sounds like a piano note by the way they carried my name to some people yard. Guess, I too have some blood in my hands even if I never graduated to murder. So I had to say goodbye to my Herrera attitudes. Here I go, the substitute for Christ. Sorry to say Royal have gone into a different league. But still not ahead of myself cause I’ve got a lot to figure out now. No bebe/ bey/ baby/ baab to disappear with or battle for the remote; not to be technical but not trying to get non bilingual. My last quarter should be better than the first 2 halves. Walked in sun, walked in floods; walked in rain, walked in snow storm fi haffi go inna boiler room fi taw. Forgotten about aka’s and quotes I’m now making #’s has my signature. Yuh eva see patio’s inna bilingual- category?
” Why Is there Qualms?” (“If the days of the week stay combined; Why separate peace from love?”)Why is there qualms? Why are they trying to stop a star from shining? Knowing well that the shine he’ve Shinedown, it’s brightness energizes at sunshines. For someone without enemies, to have become an enemy of the world; that believes in peace and love to have to put up so much fight? Who has been in a pickle jar as not a pickle but still can’t be found? My neck got too tight since I’ve learned that I was a born Preist. I’ve spilt all the beans and made peace. I’ve been around way longer than gold cap teeth. I wasn’t a burglar but I’ve once been a cat that theif. Disobeying orders from captain at sea. Why is there qualms? When since s**t been relevant as mowing lawns for money? Still, I wasn’t baptized; my money never rise; and I’m still not monetized. Stop lifting weights but still my chest rise as bread in a oven. So that thy number rise? In Christ, I’ll be to thee; in his name I’ve sacrifice still smelling feces as fowl in these trending attitudes and behaviors. Has I hear beats from a Jay- Z featuring M.J.B., “I’m thinking back in time.” In the background from of my mind, all these mirror surroundings: if only, blaming and pointing fingers should become a violation of a crime? Maybe there wouldn’t be so many lines but a whole lot would be behind these bars whist I written these lines; still hearing sounds from the background as if Whiz Khalifa and Snoop Dogg blowing smokes from the elevation of been lifted from plants only it was aloud as trumpet sounds. Maybe it’s time to stop thinking about that 10 minutes of walk and start the journey. Even though I’ve never seen sites of bus via grenade explosion, I know you can hear my mind.Vivid thoughts of echoes in these frequencies via speaker boxes, saying FU- ROyAlDaD!! He ain’t ( ain’t a word, who? He ain’t my nigga/ negro/ Mesopotamia/black?). Yeah! I’ve sold my soul in Jesus Christ’s name without fortune or gold but my story been told even to this day as sunshine’s his rays. Traveling through tunnel under waters, bearing the pain is my fame. Now cemeteries became right handed? Left me laid to rest, dirt is my success? Been prophet-ized since young, been buried in shun. Thank, thy Lord for his sun. If only they have understood his son. Thoughts have been robbed, ripped apart straight has arrows pierced hearts. Had to utilized water, to ease the wounds; still wondering why I’m so calm? Even as I’m facing my tomb; Only if mother knew my thoughts? If fill oceans via funnels. Some await’s, my ship cap-sizing. In stead of enjoying the breathe we are breathing here on earth. Sure, I’ve given reviews even on my own statements. Hearing voices louder than elephants horns saying Rasta man says: Royal can never find a dime in his pocket as if it’s one of Sizzla’s line from his rhymes. Why is there qualms? 1 more bachelor has been achieved, M.A.D trying to mad man! Now, my cup has runneth over and I just don’t know what to do. And I never once in my life think that being a entertainer, artist or musician is easy; it’s humbling! Being gifted or born with a purpose to influence nation upon nations with partially gifted to I. To to be a creator of many things, wasn’t part of my gift, but to spread: peace, love, faith, hope and to let the whole universe know that the true King; thy Lord; thy Father; Jesus Christ, his second return is here as I got a whiff from distant places of the back of a garbage truck. I’ll bet my 1st and my last master piece will be in my will of how will I try to save a world, when I can barely save myself? But in conclusion, the question still remains? Talking bout, reaction without contract to subtract the contrast. With everything that I’ve investigated and the datas that have been compiled. No government systems have been complied. Why do I still complain? Cause I’m doing it purposefully, as I’m hearing 2 Pac Shakur’s voices in my mind? It should be heard; the truth shall be spoken; of a man, who became an immortal and he was the first but within my mind, 1 wish. To be the last of the immortals.
When mentioning names it’s not for fame nor cause I’m feeling as if I’m a terrorist cause privacies been violated. I now know, kind nor folk to battle rappers and old school histories. fell out of love but stuck in the light still. I don’t want to or wish to involve you in mixed up, with sensitive private issues. Just one of those verses that hit you in the heart words from one of beanie sigel thoughts ” Daddy where have you been?” Know place in love and that action alone will match my attitude in life. The lonely days and nights swells head, in headache mind dive. Got me studying words stunned by the world traumatized guess I’m back in primary studying minds. Who best spoke of words without being the greatest of all time? Words traveling through grape Vines been in the oceans studying rhymes. Even before traveled the equator, I’ve seen a few different sea sides. I can’t be changed alive so please stop acting as if I’m dead. So if you are gonna battle all the way to the finish? How, can I sleep in a old creaky house? Whist out here on earth in this world: an island fighting for myself and more. Maybe, I’ll have to edit this 1( edit dissa 1 yah, everi Bloodclauth day)? Every Bloodclauth day! Damn, you’ve just got to stay rehydrated!
