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As I write
I do smite
With full might
With my light
And not to mention the power
That comes out when I recite!
I had fallen below the standard for which I desire
But that only elevated my fire to move up higher.
So many in my life had tried to outsmart but despite
I continued my writing with full prism type light.
And although very few appreciate the information I share
I still push forward knowing there are still few who do care
Although the majority who listen do not hear a word that I say
But they choose to ignore the facts of truth those which that I spray
Spraying knowledge
That for thousands of years have been suppressed.
I have taught, trained and developed minds
To help them from feeling oppressed.
For so many continue their lives feeling oppressed & depressed
Little do they recognize the lies those which I mention have kept them with depressive stress in their chests.
The stress of being ignorant is nothing compared
To having wisdom but not having many listeners with whom to share.
The threat of attack with a hyper geothermal-ballistic linguistic missiles
Forces the masses to ignore, to abhor, and to walk away and to whistle.
Ignoring me doesn’t change the fact that the truth still remains
It only proves more of a point – that people enjoy to be a human stain
For with more knowledge is power
And along with power comes more responsibility
Most don’t want to stress with that mess
And take upon them selves more irritability
Because the instability of our human capabilities
To think you can ignore truth for the rest of your lives
Will slowly deter any emotional tranquility
Tranquility and peace of mind knowing that you live rightly
Is what pushes me to strive to stay alive and to speak truth impolitely
Never discreetly nor do I spew lies because that’s so unlikely
It’s unlike me to spite me
But I would most likely spite thee
To get you to hear me.
Cause only when you become a threat
Is when people choose to forget to no longer just fret
But to listen and hear
But then it’s too late to try to initiate or debate
Because you chose to late.
And you now remember how much your life you hold dear
And I do speak so sincere and so clear
But only to those whom choose to listen & hear.
For the rest I attack like a spasm up in your chest
Nevertheless I would detest
To not bring out your best
So put on your vest
And your armor you hold near
But that wont help
Because my words will still penetrate - You hear my dear!
I’m so much stronger than the majority
Not speaking out of seniority
But because I know I’ve made better choices and much better decisions than the people like me who may feel like a minority
Eternal sobriety in this society is so unlikely
Too many wish they could fight me
But just bite me
I don’t care if you like me
Because
At the end of the day you don’t pay
Any of my bills
Don’t walk with me up these treacherous hills
And no one spent any time with me building my skills
I did it alone
When I was dead cold in my bone
With deep thoughts in my dome
Like charismatically spreading the word of the world which undermines many minds
Trying to combine verballistic sadistic masochistic rhymes
They finely intertwine to be absorbed by your mind
To open your eyes if you’re blind.
But I don’t force it
Neither do I endorse it
Im not the type to coerce
But I make sure that only truth and fact is what I disperse
No matter which verse.
Some people take my rhythmic calling
And they feel like they’re falling
Others take it and try to continue their balling
But this is my calling.
My call from Jesus my lord
He gave me my ability to cut people up with my sword
My sword being the pen, the written or typed word
In which many minds I disturb
But I still continue to get stronger
Because my words I just can not curb
I’m not meant to be like you, or you, or anyone else
Cause everyone else are toys that just lay on a shelf.
You think like an elf with micro non-technical ways
And just ‘cause you think small
Don’t think you can succumb to my strays
For my strays are my ways
Until the end of the days
And those days are running closer
And I must reveal the poser
The end time composer
Pulling strings
Revealing hard core
Hard thoughts
Demonic stings
Like the stings from locusts
I must warn you
That you need to stay focused
Because the man of sedition
Will play some hocus pocus
Creating false miracles and truly blinding even those with some sight
And then our lord will come
Just like a thief in the night!
SkTzO
