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