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Here come the clouds!
I hear the thunder
I see the lightning
It’s a bit frightening
To know that it’s coming directly for me
So my anxiety is heightening
I might need
A light deed
Or a light beam
To try to overcome this fear
Or I will burst at my seam
Now grant it
These winds – they try to blow me
My friends try to console me
And at the end of the day
These thoughts still try to control me
But that’s the truth I flow G
The fact of the matter
Is that I have a HOLE in me
My spirits withdrawn
Since the day I was born
At the eve of my birth dawn
I knew something was horribly wrong
Now I write you this song
In hopes you can fix all of my wrong!
Listen
These clouds rumble as they gather
But seems like it doesn’t matter
My heart will turn stale
And my soul, like glass will soon crack and then shatter
But I first must be beat down like batter
Don’t use wise words to try to flatter me
I can’t lose my stress from flattery
I need to discuss my fear with the other me
Because He doesn’t like it
When I lose my energy like a battery
Hopefully he will gather the troops
Cause right now I need some comradery
Light the torch and gather the battalion
We’ve got to cook up a storm
Steam the soul like scallions
We are now in unison and in all effect trustworthy
I don’t want to die from fear of the stress building
One of the other me, is quite shielding
To him all my power I am yielding
I know that I must not complain
Of the strain and stress filled thoughts in my brain
It is ‘them’ and not I that help me contain
They do sustain me
That’s how I remain me
If I lose them, then I lose me
I choose them because they choose me
I can’t let them loose
Or they will then let loose of me
Well, I’m getting set and now am ready
My head is up high
Directly gazing death in the eyes
My feet grounded firmly and steady
Like a tree
I am firmly rooted
My spirit at this point can not be uprooted
I have the enemy in target
I must pull the trigger to shoot it
The old me had me so convoluted
Lies were mixed and blended to make truth be diluted
My thought patterns were like the East River, highly polluted!
Dead bodies float in my mind
Making it difficult to have truth – find
I know they are mine
And I am all in their control
I have become this person dispersing this frantic versing
Because they mimic and control my soul
Now as I speak lowly
I rewind my thoughts slowly
I need to articulate that I am real
Not a fake or phony
Like the story of Osama Bin Laden’s death
For his supposed corpse, I won’t even hold my breath
London fires
Youth are stressed out and tired
Just a glimpse of what will soon occur, world wide
REVOLUTION
Sedition and constant poor decisions
From the hearts of politicians
They are the true downfall cause
They are in such high positions
Yet they are the one with the most human flaws
They determine who can and can not defy government laws
They cause many to turn away from outward government
And begin to rob and loot stores
Many have now died in their core
The hearts of many have failed them for fear
They choose to either drop a tear
Or drop a bomb
Verbal usage or actual derivatives
Killing off friends and their own relatives
The signs around us are just the “beginning of labor painsâ€
Things will only exponentially worsen
People in high places don’t feel the people’s agony
Until the people hurt’em!
No water gun squirting
But sniper scope and all
Making a deliberate call
To make a lying politician fall
Our government has screwed up so badly with their deceit
That they have unwillingly dropped the ball
Hot potato handed over to the next
While the truth gets under the rug swept
This nation is dissipating along with its power
And we will ourselves be seen as a third world power
Because we are almost nothing but God has determined to be not yet!
Eric and his other personalities are so vehemently angered
Filled with venomous intellectual slander
Rampantly ruining the rejected rile of the people
Some have a rifle
Others pull out their bible
Some make everyone their rival
At the end of the day
We must take care of OURSELVES
Stop helping others while we squirm
Because then our own nation we intentionally stifle
Ahh, did you catch that?
The moon collapsed and the sun is broken down
The skies are rolling up like a scroll
Darkness
Gazing at stars
Not Hollywood mortals
But into 4th dimensional divine portals
The world is about to die
Forget Mayan calendar prophecy end of civilization
Read on prophetic biblical verses
A sad & morose rose
He has risen
Because He decided and chose
He also had me chosen
To utilize my hieroglyphic lyrical flows
Listen to the spirit and what it says
Because everything – from beginning to end
God had always known
Always knew
Knew it would be left to me and you
To fight for the others
Use rap, hip-hop and all musical communication
To stir up this and all worldly nations
Reach them by linguistic verbalization
Raise them to a higher frequency
And lift to them a higher metaphysical state of relation
I am meticulously doing my part!
Are you eagerly doing yours?
It is up to us to lead people to heavens doors
While seven headed beasts rise up from the sea shores
Ten crowns and one head slain
Only on the level mundane
Systemic pollution
The abyss opened up and now there is demonic intrusion
And while the masses draw into an arctic seclusion
God will end it all in a highly cinematic and visually dramatic conclusion!
SkTzO
