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 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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