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This is that free flow
I'm performing surgery once again,
I come to give you some of my faith,
I got alotta hope.
I'll never go
and harm "another brother" because the root word of both is my "other" self,
even tho we come from different mothers,
so to that I'll sip righteousness and always help another brother channel the better man that was once buried
in a bad pistol, the bullets of greatness is no longer jammed.
The ignorance of a once mental proof vest, he no longer wears it.
The Queens they scream, even in their dreams,
to meet a good man to match their schemes,
to be their esteem, highly touted lover boys,
the ones that the wetness created by the tossing and the turning waking up next to the Kings
that they dreamed.
that was purified by the liquid that seeped while thinking of good memories in the comas of their sleep.
Happy Birthdays to the conscious and to the spiritually awakened,
cakes sliced in infinite slices,
allowing their minds to travel to ancient places,
sitting at tables in castles while reading newspapers that Jesus read,
the conscious family now looking into the eyes of Judas,
the one that Jesus said would betray him and ultimately help slay him .
He's now looking nervous because he wants to sell a brother out for his own selfishness,
it's the conscious birthdays so they got a gift for him,
they won't let him break up the unity and the brotherhood, they call him out front and fed his soul to a righteous pack of wolves,
they chewed him up and spit him out,
he eventually comes back to the table with a new attitude and now he's ready to help,
To feed the multitudes now with clean foods the kind that makes the brain new to break the cycle of evil, the perfect medicine for Willie Lynch's books.
Qadar Dwon'
