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zisa-aziza
zisa-aziza
American ...more @ truths89.com
i gots a fire brewing within my soul, and my skin is singed if you see smoke in the night, please know i’m beckoning you towards me come, come— i said come; i cannot stand to burn alone let’s set trails ablaze and watch worlds form from our ashes
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Smoke Signals
to redeem the mind and merge it with the soul
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
The Heist
we killing we dying clock ticking we stay lying who we tricking? not them, but I watch us die
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:32 PM UTC
Candid Patron
i went to the sun and peered down through the millenniums i found that time had been impaled by rage the kin of fear, and genesis of endless tragedy upon my return, i discovered love to birth consciousness
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
Cheat Sheet
let us dream, those awakening, in this nightmare.
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
Sleepers
Twist sound into verse keep the frequency high Vibrations will synchronize and the new world will arise
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:24 PM UTC
Guerrilla Consciousness
They caught you like a dreamcatcher Shot you down in the night they wrote up They tell us we got justice now Sand Negroes been put down I suppose freedom has been restored But how many dead have come to pass What big lies go untrue Who flew them planes Have we really been after you? You indistinct brown Arab man You were Amerika’s nightmare You were the terror that taunted us But you were a ploy, a toy To render us tame Osama, riddle me this: How did 100 flights of steel and cement turn into dust? I don’t wish to make a fuss, but this is odd And even gravity would suggest That things don’t fall into itself and disintegrate But even more sinister, are the explosions, many heard As low as the third floor, when the plane hit High up in the sky, do tell, what is the lie? But you are dead now, well The idea they made of you And we can never interrogate What lies remain untrue Between me and you, I always had a clue I knew it wasn’t you
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
Osama Bin Laden, Where You Been Hiding?