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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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FREESTYLING SABBATH SOMNOLENCE

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As I stand equipped

To rip and spit unscripted, its LIT!

I spew and shoot from the hip

Never loot from the lip

Its a lyrical loop of my wit

Recouping the Coupe of my whip

Every time Im shooting its ripped

An abused youth, that grew

To become a recluse and his clips

Not always spewing the writ

A prescription of wit

Words woven or knit

Beholden my FIT

No wrist golden its slit

Wings folding, not clipped

At the DOC with the ship

Ignoring the detour and the pink slip

Losing my mind like my job

Been searching, I’m finding my GOD

All this time Ive been hurled through space

Feeling disgraced, parts of me was erased

My heart in me was traced

And was irresponsibly chaste

I found it a waste to chase and profane HIS FACE

So I decided to no longer hide it

And so I confided, and it coincided

NOW into the temple of GOD > I go inside it

Although I once hated > despised it

My my soul role, I reprised it

But now GOD has defined it

And I no longer despised it

So many MINDS I NOW LIGHT IT

Always ready to fight it

While forever delighted

‘Cause I came to agree

To the fee, rather than plea

Now I’m lathered in PRE-

‘Cocious foes, my olden GNOSIS KNOWS

Beyond what Moses sows

MY GOD knows his lows

Tower was raised to be overthrown by thrones

Now I shake in my bones, cause I condoned

To speak from my dome, in a room in my home

Which is out of your zone

And though Im always alone > I NEVER feel lonely

Because I chose to be my own best homie

Sometimes spitting too fast for the slow me

And overly erratic for the old me

So GOD chose to scold me to enroll me

And these are simple schematics, I’m back at it

A highly combative rap addict that’s at it again

The quick flip of my wrist and switching the pen

Is giving me ZEN

A new kind of peace

That incrementally creeps

And influentially seeps

From out of my pores into yours

And while Im breaking through doors

I slam into corridors as more horror gore

Enters my bloodstream and reaches to burn my synapses

As an evil brazen Satan collapses

Suffering from wicked Calciphylaxis

He’s been stuck on his axis enforcing taxes through praxis

And all this time I simply jot down and practice

To help me manage my tactics…

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mlowe5 says:

You go, Sktzo! Great schematics flowing today, breezing sleep away, giving glory for being perpendicularly penning on another blest Sabbath day. ONE. Peace and Love.

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