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Aug 2018
Father forgive me and pour quickly another 16 bars
To show the gifts of grace laced betwixt these scars

I had to figure out what I wanted to be sayin'
And how to say it, without a stutter or sprayin
Just in case I end up with that ***** ace hit
Lace it like a base hit, going back to basics
20/20 so I got no need for contact or lasik
No congac or bourbon wasted, on Jack-by-the-case ****
On the rocks, with coke to nose, for those who know
Made it on my own, no bone thrown, no debt be owed
Nor load to be towed, blazing p's of o on the low
tell by the glow, and how the kid's suit's sewn
The Sheen's shown in each pebble this Jew flows
My women be sinning, while I be grinning "OhhH"
Right there, in the night air, no polite fare
Though it's hot, we might get a cold-bite stare
Finish quick, flick of the wrist, hold tight hair
Pulled her rack, walked this to mine, height of player

Burned chinatown down, so blow no low mein
Learned the kinda talent to make our own lane
Come slow for dames, lames can't handle me
Some try though they can't hold a candle to me

These the freestyles they pump in Amsterdam
Never see me running wheels, like these lil hamsters, ****
Watch out eager beavers, feel I'm 'bout to blast your dam
Release the Lord's Waters, drown as I flood your land
Got your blood on my hand, I mix it with the sand
I bury you in, no coffin in which to be crammed
My mission, to quiet the rioting inside of thee
From society's ingrained condition of anxiety
thus cleanse you of the omission, and bias ye seek
Quit the escaping in Paramount & heights of peaks
or the pair of mountains you grip close to chest
After you paint her Pollack, you smoke a few sesh
then laugh and frollick until you choke and need rest
Wallow in disappointment even when you've had the best
So much for a Soma Coma to bring you home again
Most just relapse in the vein, trust, all effort's in vain

Burned chinatown down, so blow no low mein
Learned the kinda talent to make our own lane
Come slow for dames, lames can't handle me
Some try though they can't hold a candle to me

I done came into my God's strength
That's why I am keepin' y'all at arms length
My **** is about as long as the arm of the Lord
Mighty strong comparison to a cudgel or a sword
but there ain't no comparing when I'm ******* on ******
This that early Onset Alzheimer's Rap
Yes cat's, early enough for an old timer's nap
Burly enough to handle burlap sacks
filled with stacks of trapper keepers
They all go much deeper than that, it's ether
I can easily be leaping tall stories flat
in single bounds, out of bounds, in ALL CAPS
Mm... Food they say when I enter the room
Mom's Forced DOOM when I'd exit the womb
Hand shaped obsidian the composition of tomb
Hands of Fate tektite (tech tight) when comes to position the loom

Burned chinatown down, so blow no low mein
Learned the kinda talent to make our own lane
Come slow for dames, lames can't handle me
Some try though they can't hold a candle to me

My gold links cold cut this hot slice. suffice
to say, the universe Sway to the smoke from my pipes,
The vine ripe I know, divine right, the signs I write
It’s simple how Him pull symbols by lines I light
with the pen in right hand. Invite my insight
even in flight I will pull in quietly, quite
quaintly quilled answers to your problems I solve’em
Got a pocket full of monsters time to evolve them
The Triage that we brought, heal the **** by salve son
The never-fail-her tailor, repeal at cash, hide all yours
We here to burn’em, earn our term, learn to turn
lead to gold, with wisdom scrolls on ancient fern
You are the Jewel, you are the Philosopher’s stone
just the world imprinted plants, your throne overgrown
with misbehaviour, know that Yah’s Son is here to save ya
Yehoshua HaMashiach My Lord, Master, and Saviour

He gives His toughest battles to His strongest Warriors
Before I throw the towel in I'm a show you what His Glory Is.
PhiWrit
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PhiWrit  25/M/Victoria
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