This story is about a time from childhood, through teenage years to the adult hood of now. To be a “Black Sheep” of Earth and heaven. Jesus Christ it’s taking, special journies for an abnormal child. Smoking marijuana until I’m speechless, sometimes while thinking about a 1,000 years ago. Ephraim may consist of about a billion and one haters or more, amongst the human race who may hate me for my existence. I could’ve been a King who has conquered thousands of lands via conquest. Still there’s nothing such as, learning mysteries of this unique universe. Oh easy it is to pretend things are fine when there’s peace in your mind. These careless whispers, comes with pain in truth. But the reality of live has always been love. Which I was The Sun to move these clouds. Guilty feelings and guilty pleasure are a known given in human species. To the point of being the same with 10 different people’s thoughts in my head, at the same time. Wishing I was at runner way bay, washing my turbans with tide by the beach. Instead, I’m sitting here wasting time with no where to call my home. Not in a relationship, so there’s no fears of untrustworthiness or loyalty. Life has gotten so serious, no jokes. I’ll have to practice my laugh for my dirt-day. And it’s not an evite nor the evil one(1). Instead of NYC I should be rep-ing, THC. Stone that the builder refuses but they won’t first me in all my verses.
Even the comfort of a stone would have been a gain from all the pain I’ve been in. Most of us has none or as forgotten the core values.( honor, courage, truth and commitment) I’ve prayed to reach for the light continually. Keep on praying for courage, understanding, protection, knowledge, wisdom and for everyone without ever knowing who I am. My first impressions, starting to become complicated comparable. It’s hard to fill in the blank words for the Art Of Noise’s, “Moments In Love.” How ironic to see that it’s some black people that’s hating on me harder than anything or anyone else. When it comes to physical fitness I was there no matter how the pain be. But since of lately feelings of arthritis spreading, throughout the body. My socks not stocked for the Christmas season. If I was an artist my first song would have been, “Heaven, I’ve Searched For You” – where have you been? I’ve wondered if, I’d ever see you again..? How can I win? Why is the heart so cold when it’s warmness. Thy Lord made me a necessity, to bridge the gaape between humans and God. The things that I shouldn’t say is the things I’ve said. Jesus made me an Advent To Christ (ATC) by making me a witness to his crucifixion. He saved my life so I wasn’t maimed or dirt. My creating me as a prophet to carry his messages, by naming me is Son Of Israel. *Exousia*
