I really don't believe in relying on my dreams
I work too hard in trying to prepare myself for death so
I really spend too much time occupying my mind about time
Crying on the inside of my feelings
Away from the rest of the world is where most of us exist
Whispering loud subjects intersected by incisions like parasitic insects
Indexed like cards in a library of lost emotions that are looking to be found
Held down by the person holding them like hell bent heathens that Believe stronger than Believers that really don't believe what they profess
My profession is marred by my intent on being better than I was before I thought I would be something other than i already am
Understanding all the time I can only be me in whatever shape you see me
A stigmatism like skepticism that the realism is a bit staged and unnatural like medicine with side effects
That affect what’s on the side of your goals that you really shouldn't see because then that means you are not focused
Blurry is the time that passes nonstop while you are being complacent and claim not to be chasing what you are chasing
And not facing the reality that even though the sun shines for all human beings it does not stimulate the same stimuli for you and I if you are melanin deprived
In a hive like bees is where they hide and mad at what is the truth in science passed through my genealogy
Chronologically its documented that i've been tormented, deflected and dismissed as a people
To the point to where the people they point at point in directions that point away from what’s the point of pointing out they need to have a point to start or they will end up pointless and that’s the point of the people pointing out the difference from the point starting
My mind is different i come from the right and left ambidextrous as evil and the wickedness i'm combating in high and low places
Sometimes i write with no spaces or subjects and my teachers would say i just run on
And i'd say for sure like Kunta Kinte with some Jordans
I think I could fly as well as those with i but we spent too much time with chickens to where we think we are just brown ones
Instead of eagles soaring high because I cannot recognize when, how and where you can find one because I rarely look at self
My mind is not done its just shaded by the confusion in the lives that we have created
Your pants under your behind as a male because your past stinks
And now you look like your were just taken by force again
This is just the physical reflecting what has already transpired in your spirit
See i don't need anyone else to create for me to create because I was created by the best Creator to create creations and demonstrations to show my diligence and submission to position me as a true vicegerent inherent of the kingdom in heaven as it is on earth from birth
I see you cursed with trying to rehearse the well versed
See fist there was the word
And the word became flesh
That same word can produce, heal, comfort, inspire and bring life as well as the reverse your death
As well as revise your breath
As well as reverse your deaf
Hear oh Israel; stop listening my people to sounds that are not organized as music in harmony with the melody of synchronization of building our nation with a strong foundation no matter how many stones subdue our body collective
Collective our body can over come
