Constructed from a point, Where dreams “Take Cover”                         Parasites take fight, up above, “demons” hover.                                                 Electro magnetics, from this prehistoric whore,
“Access temptation” Got these perves wanting more....
Watching trash, slinging hash, with fifty shades of sin,
trojans running low spreading aids when demonsGrin
“Fighting hard, daily struggle, doing everything you can,
But this shinny red apple, Is like lotion ”in your hand"....
Jezebel, “queen of hell” cries your name “All” night,
With that tiny little apple on your phone  to bite, “
Struggle  ”YES" you fight, hit your knees, Late At Night",
God take this wrong, and turn it in to right,
Lifted, “YES” I’m gifted, my sins, Slowly drifted, “
To a place”That Separates just beyond, “hells gates”                   Politicians debate, on this False form of hate,
As we all fight to struggle, on the true form of fate,.....................
The rich discriminate, “And stride to dominate”
As the poor, “Turn to crime”..for some food on there plate.
Pick Up my Cross"..Packing heat, not afraid to fight,
Where milk was “Once the treat”, replaced with “Holy Meat”.
Order, for which is Holy, arranged in perfect form,
transcended to this Rhyme, from Gods “Holy Storm”
Guided by the “ Spirit”  “Calling me to write”
Spread my wings, with this strength and proceed to flight,
absorbing every word, My receptors start to train,
as information exits,"The right side of my brain"
These “Impulses Sent”to my left lower hand,
To write down “These Rhymes” from Gods Bible Plan. “
Transforming these lyrics” With The “Old School” beat
Hit Repeat, “To This Beat” where tracks begin “To meet”.............
Hot mic in my hand, exercise my plan,
Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Yes the True Son Of Man........................... Demand, I’m setting goals, for this daily walk,
“Stay Alert ”, Become Wise “, To demons that convert,
itchy ears, salty tears, from ”Crying to stay high “
Stealing cash” selling trash, “Just To Get By”                            
Trying everything to fill that Spot, deep within your Heart, Where lust begins “To Rot”                                            Smoking pot, popping pills, exercise your trills,
withdraw, fever high, got the runs with cold chills.                            
Delivered from this valley, Yes, Im on the run, Back to my Father, I’m the “Prodigal Son”

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