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corruption of love

(poem.2)

We made it through the first leg of the plague

Now we prep for the famine

I’m not afraid of the spaceships

It’s the racist with grenades

That I examine

I disengage from the maze

I don’t cooperate to grow in indecency

To operate at a low frequency

I give praise to the Ancient of Days That I’m saved and still standing

I’m not enslaved to the ways of mammon

My heart is brave So when I start to stray I know it’s because I’m trapped inside The lack of my understanding My speech can reach beneath the surface To chase away your fear These verses aggravates despair But activates purpose I pray my poem becomes art therapy A deep feeling when you hear it Each lyric is a healing exhibit What I spoke is exquisite Seldom explicit Holy Ghost you are welcome to visit I’m thankful you didn’t allow The enemy to get to me And for the victory over the wicked Your not the author of confusion

I’m grateful for the solution You made vivid For every problem that is produced The youth is more likely to go to college Has more access to information But has less knowledge of the Truth.

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Majestic People ~ poem

By my calculations

A Queen with keen contemplation

A Kings concentration

can bring the people liberation

or conquer nations

I use my intellect to reconnect us to our royalty

our destiny seemed to be defeated

in the Black market

where our dreams were illegal

but how can you oppress the constellations

or suppress the Praise of the congregation

I guess if you infect the mindset of the people

I intercept messages from His throne

hone my gift 

so every poem I spit is regal…

last apostle

7/25/17

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GRIND

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God will shine even as these hard times stuck close

Im still on the GRIND out here with all these cut throats

all the tears that Im crying because despair wants to crush hope

Im a keep trying in the pit trying to clutch the rope

to get off the block 

The cops they buck for dope

I know about the rock did I tell you how my pops croaked

it was a lot of coke that led to my father’s stroke

I didn’t know each ledge it led to a harder slope

prepared to fold when my peers bled

I know it was God that spoke

when I heard a word from my head that said –

THAT YOU GOTTA COPE

put the lead to the paper until every word you says escaped to the ear of the thug

cuz give love to the hater give praise to the Maker

for the illest words that were never wrote

I can’t control it

It’s

  like my heart exploded

and the blood is at the verge of my throat, and Im a choke if try to hold it…

 

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