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POETIC SOULS
We create visions, we are when art imitates the livin’, illustrate love/hate
and indecision, through the scriptures that’s written and the lyrics we spittin’, caused
by the collisions of our innervisions, Poetic Souls
My soul flows poetically, searchin’ for serenity, now
incredibly, it seems time is the enemy, as we steadily waste it regretably
basic, the head of me’s patient, but my mouth at times is readily blatant
the oral tradition is said to be ancient, so I carry it
like the hopes of many for freedom by Harriet, on the underground chariot
I mother my lyrics while y’all are payin’ for surrogates, adoptin’ the ignorance
only to raise it, so phony, impatience builds in me somebody hold me I’m takin’,
a dive in to the darkest nation of lack of innovation,
steady combatin’ the imitations, as you’re taken aback by my illustrations
that are like paintin’s, but vividly written down
I rise above, standin’ or sittin’ down, and rip the timid with rigid sounds
yo, it’s not too late to give in now, in this battle you’ll lose to Polaris
and never live it down, and you won’t see recovery like you won’t see another me
utterly, one of a kind, Divine Sheba: One of the Mind,
it’s like niggas got they mind on rewind, history repeatin’ the sign of the times
so I’m shinin’ with lines, aimed at the dark spots
Revolution manifested through hip hop ‘til my heart stops
forget me not, I create visions, I am when art imitates the livin’
illustratin’ love/hate and indecision, through the scriptures I’ve written
and the lyrics I’m spittin’, caused by the collisions of my innervisions, A Poetic Soul
Golden phonetic flows, easily froze your pathetic flows
step to me if you feel the need but you’ll regret it though
I hold the mic like a grudge and won’t let it go, you can say that I harbor it
to help you understand the true art of this, more flavor than arbor mist
I’m on a higher plane ready for take off, better hury and charter this,
flight, North Star got the new moon fightin’ to be a part of this night
effin’ with me is like tryin’ to argue with life, you won’t win
rockin’ with optimism, I’m hope’s kin, I’d bleed Hip Hop if you broke skin...........Poetic Soul
---Real Sheba Quotes---
MYRIAM NSALU VITA LUYEYE
Feb. 8, 1959-Jan. 14, 2001
"Can't wait to see you again, Mommy..."
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