I search for the real…or is it that its so surreal…
that until I find what caters to a new deal…
….i fall and I am no longer able to reveal
a destiny that is sought and lessons are taught
I see and then proceed and yet I am lost
I don’t understand…why am I so distraught?
because with this thought. it parallels everything subsequent
and then this indeed becomes irrelevant and yet the answer is heaven sent
evidence…my salvation is key but to who.. am ..me?
I don’t need but One to keep me whole…to Be
Poetic insight….phlios(ophickal) with delight…fill us with light
the trite of trin…wakes the soul within and I begin
on an epic born of sin but transcend to spiritual ends
friends…listen and breathe. take steps.. what’s next
I am unsure of what is to kome and yet we wake at the touch of the sun
down with conundrums. rise Zooloo kings, Incas… Tecumseh
believe the time is yet to be and yet is…no skits but this is the real shit
loose lips…sinked ships…always are trials to kome of this…
define purpose through representation. and represent well
black people. kome out of shells and dwell within your Komfortable selves
where we’ve been no one kould tell. but we kan. because we hide ourselves well.
from eachother. from our Father in heaven. as well
if you have kwestions...just ask....
dumbass komments are welkome...kuz i already know some of you have em
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