Coming with the monk paw I changed my name but I am still the same ole nigga I would like to think I am chosen for something greater but I am not sure there are things I cannot get over the anger caused from one woman gots me projecting that on all of them my song is a sound science project sometimes experiments/works are inaccurate but have a good percentage of positive outcomes grasping what is reached for then we relapse gaps of that past person that boy who needs to move on trying not to let their unappreciative attitude get to me an extreme typical example of the selfish who do not put good works into the collective public I have probed the reason I can only focus on breaking the code without an air of superiority like the doctor who can cure everyone but himself I feel wrong when those old selfish habits sprang up taking and not giving or giving an excuse
Individual survivalist after ones own interests starting a mysterious legend everyday that same ole nigga no longer lingers a dysfunction cured rehabilitated than the attraction will synchronize when you are mature enough preaching through doing setting an example these are not tough riddles I know your potential the system is nerve wrecking but so is any choice of vocation even when I hate the way I sound I do it because I love it and that is the territory that comes with it to signal the jubilee a code in the genetics will unlock the treasure house of your true self satans not god his spell could only last so long and when he comes back our minds will be tamed enough that our celestial vibration will be too fierce for one to have no choice but to re-align and soften that hardened heart could I ever speak truth did the antichrist infiltrate my dream is my channeling level premature till I am part of a people cast out and still remain faithful than I could rejoice the endurance of my spirituality I do not wanna ignore my fellow peoples troubles because I am on a mission and to focus on problems is not a way toward higher consciousness that is not selfless gratitude for even destitution pretending there is no clean drinking water or any food to simulate that type of deprivation it is still not the same as actual persecution I do not want to keep my spirit to myself and be exiled to a cave I want to interact with whatever human that comes my way and automatically overstand it is typical for them to be who they are considering our environment and upbringing through institutions and dominant standards must do’s and must believe’s I also see no reason for a god to favor any creature over another or to consciously participate with this world I wonder why some are as they are and why things are set up the way they are
to be from the bottom builds up character a temple I thought the word negro came from necro meaning death and they needed that knowledge but they surely must have died if the creator says so I think god meant so because how could we grow if god wasn’t a stranger creation is purely made no mistake I figure he knows how to make us into his eventual caliber of children god must have had us die to this confusion die to the union so to come from a dead body into a celestial body of a more potent new life I said to myself could this actually be true



Corvallis, United States

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