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THEY REST IN ME 10/01/14
Scribing from within,
just my pad and my pen,
witnessed the game,
learnt the torch of the flame from a young age,
Knew my soul would forever change;
Growth is the truth,
life is the test,
better adapt quick or accept a swift death (final rest),
watch were you step,
keep your grass cut because snakes constantly slither,
waiting to catch you slipping,
falling to the shadows;
here,
grab the light,
come take spiritual flight;
Gliding through the atmosphere with the speed of a light year…
When we return,
mental capacity out of sight;
Can not let them know…
Your gift,
seldom show,
Because the wicked are plotting,
goons in the clouds waiting to clap loud;
…you have had a soul of a soulja before the media ever exposed you,
illustrating the truth with wisdom from experience;
Scribing scripted verses,
tired of my brothers lying and riding in stretched hearses,
Rebuking all African wishes;
Time to start shinning without fattening Jacob's pockets;
Come on start using that muscle in your skull socket,
Skully rest in P.E.A.C.E,
I see you when I speak,
Momma we gone get there,
your spirit lives in me…
just my pad and my pen,
witnessed the game,
learnt the torch of the flame from a young age,
Knew my soul would forever change;
Growth is the truth,
life is the test,
better adapt quick or accept a swift death (final rest),
watch were you step,
keep your grass cut because snakes constantly slither,
waiting to catch you slipping,
falling to the shadows;
here,
grab the light,
come take spiritual flight;
Gliding through the atmosphere with the speed of a light year…
When we return,
mental capacity out of sight;
Can not let them know…
Your gift,
seldom show,
Because the wicked are plotting,
goons in the clouds waiting to clap loud;
…you have had a soul of a soulja before the media ever exposed you,
illustrating the truth with wisdom from experience;
Scribing scripted verses,
tired of my brothers lying and riding in stretched hearses,
Rebuking all African wishes;
Time to start shinning without fattening Jacob's pockets;
Come on start using that muscle in your skull socket,
Skully rest in P.E.A.C.E,
I see you when I speak,
Momma we gone get there,
your spirit lives in me…
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THEY REST IN ME 10/01/14
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