A yo,

Da skyscraper flow, steeple is da tongue
My mouth, the doorway to the cathedral in my lungs
Inhale death......exhale life
So many people in hell wishin they could exit hell wit they life
We were designed as the most advanced organisms
Satan the musician playin the organ in em
The human race, but no human will race
Or at least run for presidential office eliminating a human's race
Cause there is no race in em to defeat the racism
Not black or white, no stereotype
If rappin for Christ, you're not the stereo type
And if you do get play, people lookin at the stereo like
Who dis is? Who dis Chris wit a T on the end?
The only begotten Son of God whose no pleaser of men
Everything we've done, He knew He'd bleed for these sins
So if you not for Him, then we don't need to be friends

2Lettas-1Love----JESUS------

"And it's not that You're passive; Its just that Your grace is as active as Your wrath should be" -Crossmovement's PHANATIK

Hoods full on narcotics
Brothers is dying - they given 'em lifetimes and clip-fulls

Wombs full of narcotics
Babies is dying - they coming out; born going through withdrawals

I'm withdrawn
thick smog make it hard to see
Hope the hole in Ozone make it easier for God to see
Something's going wrong you see

NAH! Believe supposed to be the slogan
War at home we - keep soldiering

Gas prices down - keep sending soldiers in
Gas prices up - keep sending soldiers in

Hoping them
guys make it back alive, praying that Blacks survive
Plus hiphop's been bastardized

Glad the mp3 killing the industry
The art is bigger than the artist - I'm simply me

But Native Sun is an entity

**********
I should put that in a song

@nategoodness
www.nategoodness.com

The avatar is old. And, no, that hat was not a groovy style back then, either.

used to imagine the hulk
but now we're going green
trying to gain green
but keep from gangrene
seldom seems that the green
it justifies the means
just defy every law
and kill them all in between
the price line and pipelines
with precise lying
economy going down
but the price steady flying


all i got so far
wanted to throw in Exxon and hybrids somewhere

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

Remainder of a love lost....
A loser on a lost way....
Prepared to bet it all....

A gambler on his last day...
To blow the dice release a....
Frantic attempt to make way...
Or simply pay the price...

A skeptic and an asshole...
A hole that never fills, slow...
Some pour into the well, though...
Their efforts sacrifice...

Meander through the marshes...
To sprint when night the darkest...
No destination target....
My hair becomes the wind....

The wind within my airs....
The pain within the prayers...
To peel it back remains intact
The feeble say beware....

A relic of a lost day...
To use of life then toss way...
Remainders of a lost light....
That might have turned the page...

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I conceive it now here as I type...Word of Life/
Give me strength to live in light right//
Tonight I ascend upon the eagles wings/
To comfort me, take me out of mis-ery//
Real is what I am, Don't believe it 'Cuz I said it/
Foundation that I stand give My Rock all the credit////////////////

(Let ME know what U think?)

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Paint a picture of a world full of tainted scriptures/
saints are fixtures on the walls/
and one becomes god's son/
the ministers fall/
so even the proud succumb/
some lost on a planet that we ought to run/
so they bought the gun/
faith in the sound that it brung/
a place where the clouds never come...

nobody surpassed what ive amassed to be in a class all my own,
cluttered streets, and fiends crowd where i call my home//
it's all a game till somebody get slain and then it becomes clearer,
the only thing hindering change is in the mirror//
young boys ditchin the school to find syrup,
hangin on the corner pushing coke and marijauna//
only find comfort in the music of the times,
bob they head to the beat and quote they favorite rapper's lines//
till the line becomes a blur of entertainment and the truth,
and they plight become a song, the solution and the proof
.....just some thoughts on my mind

California's Catalyst,
Saginaw's Superhero,
Deep Thawtz

I look to heaven and I ask, What's my life worth?
I say my final rest in peace and poor liquor to the earth
Friends turn to funerals, and the thoughts in my mind
Bring me back to growing up and all the wasted time
I could have done better, but the constant pursuit of cheddar
Left you out in the cold, when i found warm weather
When did the beginnning of the end start
I pulled the knife from your back and stuck it in your heart
Now I'm at the sink with your blood on my hands
Who knew my worst enemy was my old best friend
I reitterate, I'm sorry
Do I regret things, hardly
To clear my conscience I'll lay back and sip red wine like Bob Marley

I tend to meander, with neanderthals, details are sketchy, but every freehand'll draw, get the picture, use your minds eye, round here the people usually turn a blind eye, they don't observe the servers or read the rights, protect the pushers or believe the hypes, folks barely read or write, so its a lotta hand signals, organized crime, its alotta carryin pistol, neighborhood watch, its alotta prayer and vigils, its alotta carryin tissues, soak it up, if sleeps the cousin of death, guess who woke it up?