it's the purpose of a souja dedicated to the shine;
Sharing the gift with all that enters the chamber;
daring the world to halt the light illuminating
throughout the cypher of a born again temple,
life's goals are simple,
survival of the fit;
Taking from ancient scripts,
reading and learning everything in grasp,
harnessing energy to sustain life longevity;
reality without insanity,
final fantasy,
family is the aim,
provider,
southside writer,
poetical scriber;
Years inside the belly of insanity,
granted clarity,
before expiration,
aspiring to forever give it to folks raw;
friends and associates plotting downfalls,
trying to perish seed before they grow,
reaping what's sown,
showing what's proven...
speaking truth to all that have sense to adhere
to whats told,
never selling the gift;
Blessed with honor and strength,
enemies constantly receive love to implant
in them the power to succumb the outcome of death;
honored to travel these unpaved roads,
gathering disciples and gaining kinetic souls,
transforming the spirit to unfold the secrets
that are hidden in plain sight;
No longer fighting the feeling to give it to 'em raw
because war is law;
keeps the weapon unlocked,
but not cocked,
and when they come for this soul,
they better know...
