storm came to a norm
mystic sky
these hands formed
and than raised, cry with praise
gave patience a toast
and than I await the next storm
BoRhyme
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life
storm came to a norm
mystic sky
these hands formed
and than raised, cry with praise
gave patience a toast
and than I await the next storm
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Beginning Of The Revelationanother hate crime these times a glimpse of hell invisible fires on the realm Emanuel is weary, his fury even the church ain't safe stray rounds on Holy ground this can't be life, this isn't right racism back in the spotlight this world of devastation at the beginning of the revelation |
After The Storm(Praise For A Recent Blessing)storm came to a norm mystic sky these hands formed and than raised, cry with praise gave patience a toast and than I await the next storm |
Dream Chasermy patience developed into it's strongest maturation my hope learned to cope my ambition departed wishing my longevity states clarity my endurance is influence my purpose is worth it my focus deviates from distraction my passion demonstrates action my faith breaks shackles my mind separates axles from tires my direction steers to it's desires a restraint on negativity confine it's activity entwine with liberty my energy is full of grenadine |
Dear SleepI know we aren't seeing eye to eye deepest apologies if you can't understand why just accept the affair with I and work I needn't the stress we're working on our birth of success |
Outside The Glassthis envy that won't die no matter how hard I try this glass everyday it gets harder to pass it by I'm it's number one fan for hours I'll stand and just browse so aroused in it's opera quite the window shopper |
Spaceship Bars(Another Level)focused with or without a soul around I still stand my ground with my hands to the clouds my vision keeps me motivated my ambition will not be amputated sleep deprivation infatuation with my dreams gold robes seated on top of the globe isolated, no team the world cannot and will not hold me down the crown is front of me mold into a poet scientist, gravity won't interrupt my appliance elevate into the astronomy dissect webster I don't strive to be equal zig zag the sequel you can't comprehend my lethal bars in flight, mingle with satellites and the shining stars aroused by orbits, you can't absorb it I'm in different corridors metaphors clearly off the barometers miles away by several kilometers |
Back In The Dayswhen I was young I'm not a kid anymore needeed permission to explore sex education now it's impreagnation at twelve oh how I sit and wish I was a kid again when people actually cared and never had to pretend to be your friend somewhere on God's green earth we failed when the universe was a bit more kind the adolescents never sassed or they we're gashed anywhere and time into a blind state back when daughters were somewhat safe where as today intercourse wasn't heavily endorsed and an curfew was reinforced and I remember when I remember way back than when them boys used to rock them parts when cuts was a form of art hightop fades, rat tails, lines on the left side as well which was said it represented delinquency embarrassed with the foodstamp books in which mama used with a frequency church seven days ... |
Vision For The Youthentrepreneurship and dreams diligent hands an endeavor to build a promise land not talking triple beam and fish scale escort peace to the realm mold adolescents, mentor sessions where these fathers needed to be clean up the debris stand in the gap rap and athletics isnt the only exit it's why I work hard to heighten every segment of my life, place an indictment on sickening stereotypes |
Why Can't Freedom Ever Love Us?if we were only blind to color to solemnly love thy brother we all bleed red this constant blood shed is senseless it's endless why can't I walk out my door defenseless why should we feel quarantined hold hands with the AR fifteen fear the ones who swore to protect why can't peace ever stick around a short appearance than wave and neglect why are we forever bound to the chain gang? when did freedom ever rang? |
Summer Summer Summerdog days, birds fly, sky rage autumnal equinox body detoxification crustaceans beneath the boardwalk the creaks under the feet sandcastles life's hassles blowing in the summer breeze rattled nerves drowned in Sangria watching the curves on Maria at the butt of the day the swing and sway in the hammock it's a beautiful sunset
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