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Pivotal every moment won't be pivotal and when it is, remember to plant a pivot foot ask that discernment, wisdom, then envision it plain as day in the third eye thy heart was made to hear his will three ears three eyes three makers of men three rights three wrongs at zero again eons and ions and zion rebuilt speaking of temples eye'm naming my kids futuristic mental gifts, bodies of shield willed in the spirit made proud, eased away from pride fully aware of the souls of men knowing that all colors are shades of kin knowing the need for transgressions forgiven and trespasses of foes as well as friends tho sometime the liquor alleviate fear the bad aftertaste show all good things come to an end cloud 9 sometimes, lightens the chills can't hold too much rain or ice tho and we heavy as steel so the take of the temporary ain't pivotal thrills not nearly as much as them pivotal skills

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6 I'm up before the birds sing songs flight worthy spirit lifts, I'm werkin out, me and mine early practicing enunciation, I know my guy heard me hopes turned faith, leave the rest for his discerning everything was just about a buck but I learn quick if in greenbacks I trust, His back and green I'm gon get the expression green with envy ring a bell? and who got yo back if yo mans turn his back as well see, only if we surrounded does back to back prevail but you facing the buck's really turning ya back on yourselves we three'd up, like when ivo had mike's feet stuck the answer's amongst ya eyes I implore you to read up at this point sight the only thing you can think of but how you see desires and ideas you think up I ain't a rocket scientist I am a genius my genie inside the bottle's good genes, belief, plus good thirst for knowledge, not to be puffed up cause God's armor fits, whether or not I'm buffed up now I'm in my bag, well it's prolly my chief cut ready for that oppression like "that's all you speak of" yet all I heard was muthafucka come out ya speakers beat knockin, I'm noddin, I ain't judgin we equals I just hate to see ya dead walk man, pre ghost I don't mind shwayze but most of the scenes suck gotta be the worst, can't flip abe lincoln penny for your thoughts I pray to God that they deeper cause heads or tails livin really way too weak sir or madame, He ain't gender discreet so PLEASE take ya time, the first fooled was eve

In Image Of what's weird is I need a mirror to remember my features tho I'm knowin how I'm lookin when I'm talkin to chicas papa doc a monster, I want closer to Jesus but papa was a doctor on the mind of his fetus I thought I was lost, cause life's misleading really I was torn between both dads' teachings my earthly's only one but got a brother in Jesus father still a rolling stone, pop kept it single daddy say the world a lie, God say heed truth sneezing out the demons, listen out for a bless you bless me thank me if nobody's there to mama taught her boy, he of blessed good genes too I speak mostly of father cause a child without these two still got a life line, holla you need proof yell at a mountain, really want it'll be moved I believe what I know, He'll split seas too all seven in seven days if you can see through speculation and hesitation, everything's true stagnant and complacent only breeds confusion if you wonder then cut ya, let me know if you bleed blue bandages or not, watch you heal your wounds war ready by morning if tonight you choose to fight the right fight and be more than just clueless a fool who can't see himself reflected in movement for we are made in image of, not of a pool stick avoid chalk and jot a couple tips from a pulpit in image of

Borne Again I was carried 9 months by somebody else cared for past the year I should've started caring for self on the shoulders of soldiers who provide the milk from the belly of woman stronger than Him I give mothers the glory right after God right before sin got tired of ridin that excuse I'm only human that's color and something else prescribed by them doctors lawyers scientist gifted energies expound within all from the same place handing out theories, doctrines, and pills took some, read a lil, formed new ideas tried to implement em in a way not of Him slipped, tripped, stumbled, and face planted on a set of banana peels sat, cried, licked wounds and tears realizing all along, I'm no different from them I'd just forgot what ma told me had to sit and remember and the next time I stood, borne again

Toy Soldier black and mild, running wild platinum status in a bottle camouflaged on ammo grounds every citizen's a model picture perfect scenery canvas tainted with unconnected dots plot thickens with every tock of the clock the ticks get at ya subconscious with ashes trayed collecting unbothered the fires stray, make way to a top lip and out from under, tongue of thunder crackles with wave ferocity it's all the rage to wage a war start home, make way to continents for being content with conquering that's a word, or seven, all consonants conquest begets confidence when heartfelt or cockiness and smaller grips for the Godless regardless of armament or pawn set the pain of the stake for the king having to learn what wrong is knees bend and arms give might dies, so does strong will in a fit of anger it could all spill and be scooped up, put in the next kid's happy meal flowers wilt, metal bends all things get older you'll age, still stuck in time, just another toy soldier

US they'd rather protest the sword before picking up the pen afraid to be mightier rather walk with the masses not with a plan in mind content with makeshift tactics walk hand in feet with the white organizer so the white newscaster will cover their plight as opposed to organizing their own walks creating and reporting their own news they'd rather just, blend in and just, be apart of the melting pot where they're at the bottom of the cauldron continue to be oppressed by the justice that just, afflicts us merrily skipping over the just truth that it's just, us won't raise a son to be officers, lawyers, & doctors to save our love, instead cop a plea content with using them drugs get up the gut to call them monsters won't celebrate or want to learn of our great, grand, fathers, borne thru greater mothers who do we want to change? us? or them? we, aren't doing just fine we, hate our own kind we, won't sacrifice and until we, are willing to die for each other we, won't survive