Chap 1 v 4

Against god there are no rivals, worship no idols, but yet they disrespect with jesus around they neck, i wonder if jesus looked in the mirror would that same image you worship reflect that, did our african ancestors rep that, how can anyone neglect that, how can any black man forget that, but to get him to listen i gotta talk about everything except that, call it spoken word, poetry, shallow or depth rap, i just call it a lyrical death trap, for that money i spit that get out of debt rap, mic 1, 2 where my check at, cash it and bet that, i belong where the best at, read along and accept facts, dechiper my scriptures, im just writing my mental pictures, giving a perfect description a revision, everything done with precision, living with every decision, no excuses, to whoever dont agree dueces,  if my thoughts are ludicrous then go ahead run away love, the sun still shines behind the cloud when a tear drops from a dove,

Ch 1 v. 3

my present is gods gift, my past makes me rich, finding my path i pray and dont wish, the future holds it own reward and risk, leaving a legacy before i cease and dissist, be at peace when im deceased, keep climbing the ladder until i grab for what i reach, treasure it because my destiny is mines to keep, but i wonder is the ladder to high or am i climbing from that deep, refusing to be pulled back down that barrel, my eyes down that barrel but my heart flies with that sparrow, my words at the tip of cupids arrow,  inspired by what made moses scream on the pharoh,

Ch 1. V 2

invitations denied, or never replied to, cant trust the niggaz around you, if its the same story then the past is ya future and u can never put it behind u, dont deny truth, especially when it provides proof, life cant deny death, the shallow is swallowed by minds depth, ignorance is a crime with high debt, am i trying to get the words across or the concept, can u see between lines, the truth between the lies, everything stagnant dies, the winner and the loser cries, deception of the eyes, perfection was even crucified, suicides, its do or die, choose a side,

Chap 1 v. 1

Far from god and even further from a fairy, im like joesph laying next to the virgin mary, witness my immaculate conception, no contraceptive, going raw is just a matter of perspective, the wrong vantage point can be deceptive, things may look repetitive, but being repetitious is the art of a perfectionist, i love the imperfection in it, correction is a blessing, better than walking blind in the wrong direction, no exception, not even for the exceptional, i profess to the professional, u can be highly skilled but hardly real, and thats detestable, im just scattered thoughts from a battered heart, scabs and scars tatted my parts, so i put my ink on the paper, so i can laugh now just to cry later,


The common thread in all relationships is communication or the lack thereof…i believe we all can agree on that.. i would like to discuss the different type of relationships one has with the opposite sex and how they originate..i have met a woman on a random occasion and it developed into something more..i also have had long friendships develope spawn into intimate relations..i wonder though what is the best way to begin a relationship? How should 1 begin to cultivate those feelings? Furthermore, how does one know those feelings are real..

Games ppl play

I never play games when it concerns to matters of the heart. To some people its the norm, thats why i rarely trust anyone. Trust is earned, not demanded or expected. Communication has always been the main factor in any relationship i’ve had, the lack thereof and the lack of understanding. Some people are just pathological liars. They lie for no reason and over the simplest things. This is the game they play to try gain control over the relationship. I dont like to involve myself with such people, but some are great liars and it is hard to discern who is who. Any thoughts?

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