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Minutes til I get to u
Spiral my visions into inspirations
I don’t get it
Why ppl keep telling me
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is sweet and KIND
But doesn’t grow
Always in sunshine
Through the storm
I’ve groomed and grown
Knowingly
The whole time
I was not alone
Never will I be
A QUEEN helped me see
Tough love
An empty home
No voices
No children
No kisses til the crack of dawn
Just the sound of me
On my own
I’ve trained and prepared
To be everything
You see
You showed me
The greatest version of me
Tears and all
You cried
I cried
We felt our love
For each other
In our hearts
When I hear about
Our time apart
Not a word to speak
Distance
You described me
To the T
Trying to avoid the thoughts
Smiling at your voice
The softness of your touch
Even as I think
I feel your body
Against me
How can this be?
This **** chemistry
****, this **** FREQUENCY
I love you
Not to the moon and back
That I can’t say
My love for you
Is so STRONG
That we create our own GALAXY
I don’t care
What anyone says
I’m here
Step by step
Day by day
Prayer by prayer
I mediate with FULL FAITH
Our love continue to grow
Fine with age
#lovemanifested
Don’t worry I got me
I got ice all in my veins
I promise I wouldn’t change
Ur hussle is not the same
got HUSTLE branded in my name
I’m eating from the grave

Before anyone ever knew my name
I was destined for great
As the black crows sing
Let’s my pharaohs free
For justice
What’s the cost for your peace
Will all HELL from ole LIBERTY
I ain’t never been free
My shackles still clinks on me
With old souls
We all gone see

Yeah time apart
I’ve missed you
But I’ve learned lessons
And watched pure love
Shine through

Every silent cry
I reached out to wipe
As I tossed and turn
Throughout each night
Praying to Yasda
For another night
Feel that vibe
Frequency just right
As I open my eyes
Panting
Drowning in sweat
One lonely *** night
Just another cold side
Of the bed
Forced fielding my life
Those 3 words that you said
I hold so dear
Please don’t give up this fight
Unspoken words


Our third eye shows us vision
But with the lack of our own religion
How could we ever be called free

That’s just a fact that causes fiction
A whole big contradiction
But u all sure gone see
When hands unfold
Just call it a monopoly sceam
So what does that mean
I got u
Hell yeah u got me
As our souls speak
With no words
How could anyone compete
All the voices in our head
Doubts we shares
Hold my hand
Close our eyes
Mix our colors from within
#black&beautiful
Char Blackmon Jun 12
I don’t need the world
I’ve conquered it
Don’t need
***
No money to ball
Just need you
In my arms
Warm and secure
Right were you always
BELONG
#u
Char Blackmon Mar 17
She’s beautiful
She’s crazy
I can’t help how
She amazes me
So gorgeous but beautiful
The one I adore
Green grass in the meadow
Silent voice strums on my guitar
Pick up trucks
No Ford tough
Just a DODGE & CHEVY
Kind of love
Lost I your eyes
I cannot find the time
Just a country song
Kinda country beer gut love
N oh how you love
I sure do feel the beyond
Of my words
Written my glory
Sweet Sharvae
Title of my unknown
She’s my crazy country song
Char Blackmon Mar 11
Sort of my tears
Downing from my drowning years
Misplaced by the thoughts and the fears, the way I volunteered
Gutted with the truth
Peeled from honesty command
Reprimand every plan that you have in ill hand
Grasping my inner thoughts
Forcing life’s demands
A fascination with illumination at grand, we need resources so you folks can understand
Understand the apocalypse
That this earth creates withstands
No underhand punishment for all our services undertakes
Aggression that reflects submission of a ****** decision
Finessing bad investments that does pay diabolical visions
Visiulizing the future
With expectations of a better nation
Memorizing the gratuitous grids investigating relations of races
Ripping my dedication
To eradicate your personal needs
Reinventing the seeds to ******* these eternal breeds, steadily free with a force feed so like paleo we crossbreed
Bleeding for a greater oppression
Wishing for a better revision
Exceeding admissions teaching lessons for a better concession
To all who receives the valuable lesson

By: Lyrical C n Glen Edward Bush Jr
Collaboration

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