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Mar 2018
Look God I respect you cause I’m apart your creation, but I can’t stand you because of these other creations. Contradiction brings hypocritical fallacies; but we used to it because it has become routine. For rational choice has burst out into a smoke screen. Blurred lines with desires of evergreen; dulled minds dumping countless bodies down the ravine... All in order to chase their own dreams; using others as the back bone for a chance of riches from the slot machine.

So Who should I be routing for? How do I know which route I am supposed to be running; because I been going through all these different doors. Free will has caused us to be a cancer, for we decided to become our own masters. Trying to make others our subservient's, for one has to be inferior and the other superior and impervious... More like ignorant and intolerant, but we don’t teach that as it strays away from our liberal fundaments.

Hold up cut the ****! For I’m not ready to fold up or give up and submit. Yawl must think I’m a dim wit ya nit wits; give ya the coup de grace like I was prince devitt. I am human after all, so apart of me is deviant; it’s just a gene that’s prominent. Nothing I can do but do the best I can; for if I do my duty according to plan then maybe others can grow and understand. Education erases discrimination, and education also replaces false perceptions and slowly breaks apart our pseudo-nation.

It's my job as a poet and as a rapper to evoke messages, for without messages songs become meaningless. So come along and watch me change our delusional mind sets, for the reason I do this is because I grew up listening to OG's and their different projects. Like them I got passions and dreams; just like them I want to cut through this calamity through the seams. Guiding lost souls to achieve their own passions and dreams, for suicide rates are too **** high so I hope my words intervene. For word's can make a difference; can somebody get me a witness?

This isn't a place for haters, this isn't a place for fakers, and this isn't a place for manipulators. I only want like minded people willing to hear what I have to say, and I pray that we can move forward to  better days.  For this pseudo-nation has hindered us and stopped us in our tracks, so how can we try going different routes when we glued to these tracks. However, this glue is an illusion; there isn't anything chaining us down man; all that is truly hindering us is our own ignorant self-righteous delusions.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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