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Flesh is in a constant state of dying
Faith walking it out a constant state of trying
Holy Spirit the helper have you in a constant state of thriving
Satan is deception in a constant state of lying
Oh Lord to be flesh less
Only you can make be precious
With your blood more variable than a diamond dripped necklace
Blood soaked the fire causes refinement
The redeemed the violence you took, you made us blood diamonds
You give us free, Amistad
You are the true and living God
I hear you speak
You give me visions in my dreams
Reality to me is just plots and schemes
Watch it perish like spoiled greens
I cannot wait until you reform the earth
Back to the time before the fall of Adam and Eve
How you say your the "realest"..
Like Christ don't exist..
Say you good but you don't know what good is..
Without God, good is evil..
Without God you see the people..
God is rejected because the true definition of goodness resides in him..
You don't know him that's why you reject him and in turn reject good.
That's why people accept "hood."
People reject life and accept death.
Reject spirit and accept flesh.
That's why people don't feel comfortable accepting help.
How dare we treat God like a reject.
 Jul 2013 lize kingston
Tiana
I don’t write to which conveys into a story;
I write to what captures an emotion,
a feeling.

I'm not exactly a poet or writer,
yet somewhere in between the two.

I feel unique and fiery,
under the cool, blue moon,
and salted and peppered under the dry, hot sun.

Fueled with anger, all my writing needs.
A new exploration through the journey unknown,
using awkward wording, unlike graceful butterflies.

I'm okay with myself when shielded from the rest.
The truth is, truth hurts.
It especially stings in the corners of old dirt covered scars.
The ones you concealed from your eye sockets.
The truth is, lies are easier to believe.
The lies you strung out over soul topics.
You are afraid and you are a coward.
The two things you tried so desperately to dodge.
Realizing you are a source of pain makes all tasks heavy.
The truth is, I became lies while thinking I was truth.
Maybe one day I'll throw up my cigarettes and broken heart pieces so I can finally heal.
Plastic Rap

you're walkin and talkin like an old parrot squawkin
your tongue is waggin like the soul of my shoe

I can see quite perfectly you're making up a story
you're like a plastic baggy I can see right thru

your nose is showin it's growin in the dark glowin
you'll say anything just to ******* off

you got me cryin your lyin stings like bacon fryin
when I try to read your lips you turn your head and cough

you ain't foolin no one girl
uh uh you ain't foolin no one

you're a liar you liar your pants are on fire
your gonna need more than water to put it out

I can tell by the smell you're headed straight to hell
your story stinks baby without a doubt

it's so tragic the magic you stretch words like elastic
why can't you just tell me the truth

it's scary how you tarry I'm not your dream fairy
and I won't give you money for your tooth

no you ain't foolin no one girl
uh uh you ain't foolin no one

Gomer LePoet ....
Rapping is the sound of words
The truth comes out when it happens
I can rap around my friends and cannot rap around my parents
I do not want to hurt them
I pray to god they can help me be a better artist everyday

Thank You,

Baruch Hashem
Rythm & Poetry

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