“My MAMA is the REASON
why I haven’t moved the chopper, filled
a couple of GRAVES and sent some off to the DOCTOR.
When her TIME comes to pass my HEART may be a lot DARKER,
no MORE, Mr. Nice Guy,MILITANT like HAMAS.
Going with the flow like the TROOPS in IRAQ.
Dismantling a constitution HISTORY says THAT,
we in a SITUATION moving forward going BACK,
and IT'LL never be the SAME
WE will see some go INSANE.
DID someone CONTROL their brain?…QUESTIONS still REMAIN,
while CIVILIANS grow UNTAMED…maybe Martial Laws DECLARED,
We KNOW every BATTLES SCRIPTED.
They practice WAR GAMES, and all my WRITINGS are PROLIFIC.
I’m lyrically GIFTED, TWISTING MEDICAL strands with a doctors PRESCRIPTION,
I’m SPIRITUALLY LIFTED, having VISIONS of DECISIONS war DECLARED on CITIZENS,
NO trial, just SENTENCING. We’re WITNESSING the BEGINNING,
POLAR CAPS THINNING, the Earth is constantly SPINNING,
while MANKIND steady SINNING, No one is REPENTING,
seems SATAN is WINNING.
Hope is ABANDONED, arrest are COMMON, but JUSTICE is RANDOM.
I’m a shy guy in the SHADOWS like a PHANTOM held for RANSOM, Sweet and Handsome,
my hands ARE the ARTIST and your BODY is the CANVAS,
into all that ROMANCING.
My HANDS make a MASTER piece, my TONGUE have a MASSIVE
feast, that’ll have ME on YOUR MIND when you lie down & go to SLEEP, I Never been a SHALLOW guy cause
I
can
GO
all
KINDS
of
DEEP.”
- Sean Antonio Tyson/follow me
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