King's Shine 4/12/05
Through the storm emerges a solider
with the creed of a Warrior, the Blood of a Slave,
and the Heart of a Lion;
Searching for Zion without the necessity of trying,
just walking in the footprints in the wet sand;
Through the lightening and the thunder
rises a King without a throne, a crown without the robe,
and a Kingdom without a castle;
Running savagely to survive the chase of the beast
hunting me like prey, not wanting the anointed to be appointed
to rule one day;
After the rain is dried by Sun's rays,
I emerge from the jungle wild, savage, and hungry;
but my Blood pumps like harlots in stilettos;
It's Bonafide the epitome of a Solider bread to survive
and a King destined to Shine!
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