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Judahtribe
You called out my addiction like my first name was prescription, getting hanged by Mr. Holding on to my last breath like death was upon me, I was scalding looking for ways to put out the flames but I was over charging, hoping one day my scars that bathed my back would be seen; like a slave who smelled the leather across its skin where do I begin, the sins were embedded in my tissue, thinking that each whip was inhumane because my soul was too much to be detained, I wasn’t pouring in to myself, missing out on ways that defined my health, a soul crippling cause I couldn’t see my wealth, I dealt with my shadows and empty out a well, a space echoed out a yell like a beast that was trapped in a cell; peering into the water that was only knee deep I saw the imprisoned truth that I set lose so that pebble wouldn’t ricochet against me, getting goosebumps I escaped the noose, I reconstructed my foundation and catered to the inner me that I grown too
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Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
Addiction
Figure skating around these acres, I spark a match to an incense and let these intrusive thoughts be diminished; channeling my inner voice; Pardon the hoarse I was creating with source, Finding out who the greatest,  I didn’t know the role was taken; but I’m still animated, while I put these pieces in rotation holding one hand out the matrix; I got a piece to line out these annotations, while waiting on a collect call from the galactic federation, staying in tune the news is cocky but I’m kind of rocky like balboa,  I ain't no street soldier but I keep my knowledge tucked in a holster ready to blast on any composer who show up like a controller; hold up I run with the Egyptians, the sight seers, and truth seekers, a holy war with no secrets, I break even, I spread my wings like a desert eagle and stand toe to toe to shadow box a fire breather, giving my sixth sense like this the Elements, Where Rudimentary shouldn’t be a settlement, I’m heaven sent A classic as an American title, I give grace to each space upon my arrival; no need for a recital, I’m ashing out the ashes to the incense while opening my eyes from the temple I stepped in
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
Frankincense and Myrrh
It’s funny how you had me run to your needs and everything I did it was with ease, no time to sit back because I was on your track so if it derailed I knew how to bounce back, it wasn’t fated or in no contract I just knew your soul was reading my context, ever so lifted engraved with transition full of life and always in the distance; you filled my days with ignition, simplistic with intentions but not gathered by good decisions, we parted ways when Moses split the sea leaving thoughts behind as if you were a daydream, a cutoff to the main stream but I reopened up those doors like a dam who was in need, refreshing with a lesson but filled those pages with wages and empty spaces for me to erase, create and fill a void that ached with greed, I knew life would prevail I stood my ground and watch the ocean exhaled with a stare that came in like a seclusion hoping you weren’t the reason I was choosing
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
Distance