Lord, sometimes I held my head high and looked up to the sky. Wondering! But, knowing that it’s the journey I’ve walked and paths took. Why the the spiritual 1 in the park after Sun down? My writing skills should be @ a level of quantity but the environment I’m surrounded by exposure of sort or such: ” different kind of level”. I’m not a hater but only a lover of 2 pac rhymes. “Set My Mind Free!” -Lost touch of hope for everything I’d once loved. Start out as a splif tail, but I’ll let you know when I’m off that level, so I give back when I can! These past years seems as if I’ve been on the run without committing a nefarious act.
“Set My Mind Free!” -at times it’s quite hard to hold a steer because of fear of exposure to hypnosis! I’ve already said that there’s a lot to say and I meant every word. Dotting my I’s, crossing my t’s plus adding big words to my verberages. Getting, fruits blended and smooth; not a very good dancer but I still keep it smooth. Use to be an hot- head. yeah! very rude. Rude boy days done now, peace and love is my groove. Sitting with lots of weed but no food; mistaken kindness for weakness, now you wish to take me for a fool?
“Set My Mind Free!” – sins all I’ve known, but now I’m studying peace on Ephraim just as a school. Knots, bolts and screws! Washed away blessings but for me it’s only conspiracy that convey me. Words runs as currents, spoken as join-up! Go figures! I have no figures but still a Great nigha, stop hanging with Gold diggers. Further more, I don’t want to travel with grave diggers! This open hearted thesis coming straight from the brain via words through ink pon paper; Testing my strength as a skillarchie! Compassion combined with mixed feelings couldn’t leave out emotions. Fair, just, trust, truth, won’t mention loyalty but search up: “Benji Maestro Myaz’or ‘Loyal Flame.’ Heard a few words through the guss of Ritz. I ain’t mad, it’s still all love but need some time out from all these earthly duties as Epoch.*Exousia*
