Know what it feels like growing up, pops don’t like you because of your darker complexion to your siblings. What songs have you written? Are they all factual about what happens to you? Where do you talk about, where you haven’t been? Am I on trial, here? It’s as if, I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help me God. Overruled and objecting to myself. Wishing to join cool aid on the witness stand by the sunshine at the beach. It’s as if karma turns to your demise and bit you. In the aftermath of it all when prey becomes hunted, the solutions should be diplomatic. Don’t want to be The Mr. Nobody. How does it feel to be single going @ 43 years old? It’s just simply not about sex anymore, but the intimacy. Shout out to The 43rd Herds! The world has been shaped and molded by different cultures and religions to separate us by pigmentations. List of the 10 Largest Empires in History that molded and rooted who we are to this day: 1-10
British Empire
Mongol Empire
Russian Empire
Ottoman Empire
Spanish Empire
Qing Dynasty
Umayyad Caliphate
Abbasid Caliphate
Roman Empire
Persian Achaemenid Empire
No man knows what lies ahead of them the way Ephraim is. Whilst listening to “Bob Marley s – Could You Be Love” I’m thinking of new writing material. Love has been such a long time coming and so many light speed years away. Remembering the day I went down on bending knees to cry out, “Help Me Lord…” I’m on a Woodlawn bound, I’ve seen all our defeats because I am strength and pain. I’ve found ways to write my mind from broken fears. I’ve changed my ways, I’ve changed my name. You can understand penance when you know the Lord’s hands. I don’t want to stand by to see you choking on a noose and cannot help. Breathe in, breathe out, settle down through routines. Is this life or a dream, how can I acquire a nurse? If the Sun doesn’t rise, then I can’t be energized. You lose your children, you’ve lost your wife, thank God for life. I was looking around and all I saw was me. You know I can use somebody… Eyes wide open late at night when I try to sleep. Saw my name on the billboard in NYC, the only letter left off was the R. (Asana) Who are you? Whoever is messing with my mind(brain), the heaven’s bound to shake. If you don’t stop this, I’ll see it through. Talking about this Rebels revolutionary in the drop of a dime. Why do you think my writing takes you upstairs? Cause finally, the table is starting to turn. Everyone’s losing their minds. So whether it’s full-time or part-time, when I speak of God’s mood. I speak as if it’s: “God Amongst, Us!” *Exousia*
