they feel the church
When I re late the facts I know
All of my rhymes bout this plight that we trapped in show
Practical tactical right and exact crafted
Spit
hit with the precision of right hooks math give
I build wonderful poems then disappear like aztect
Clearing history the part that worked the writtens a mystery
the patterns replenishing meant to reach anywho real
My purpose fulfilled revealed to be a wheel within wheels
they notice how diverse the usage of the word is
May be that worth and purpose all depends upon the person ….
thats perfect
im turnin in my pages from the stages that I changed in
I lost patience and my faith in dedication til i made it
crazy how opinions change in retrospect
you reach a certain place in life and start to feel regret about your past then
wishin you might could edit a few of your foolish actions
you had strayed away from discipline for a fleeting attraction
chasin want and desire impossible to acquire
instead of minding your basic will keep you blind in the matrix
Beware of other energies you may hit
For fucking with the wrong kind will ruin your time like entertainment
Take time to understand the world you came in
cause aint nobody playin
That reptilian bloodline ancient