this ink spillz to find hollow images trapped behind faces without traces of feelings devine raptured emotions carried away left them blind painted schemes colors unseen bottled affection drowning in sorrow keeping the past in tomorrow making now a moment waisted resentments to deep to flow n keep it movin urban jungles brought wit dead press dreams flee to stay alive somewhere beyond rainbows. is there no end to homocidal lyrics killin babies in cradles n cribs? death to the sale of mega churches on auction blocks caused by tithes that were borrowed mosques imploding with suicide bombs made from fear callous politicians making munitions an only means to fight extremes the pen is dead falling to entertainments riddles that just drop in dead silence...
and if this were not enough---
most people just don't care it's the end of the world anyway right?
so bop bop the beat n feel da heat nigga's drop werdz to make ends meet/
more???
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder