Soul of the man, is where the feelings of the man lies, emotion and anger is what will make the soul cry, relax the soul, treat it with your full respect, wisdom and experience is what will cause your dialect to fully expand, know the shell of the outer man, but never ignore the inner self, try if you can, to practice meditation, concentration puts the soul at ease, when you feel pressured and eager to clock the toughest gs, just look at me, under brush and tough conditions, can't crush my soul cause even my feelings has sharper visions, so now ambition is the strongest thing you see me with, got the soul of the fighter, that never trusts the fakest ****, now what you have in your possession is not known to me, but I guarantee with relaxation you will be set free, time to yourself is the time that frees you from the hole, give it a try, it is pleasing towards your inner soul.

I swear this life we live, how I see it, could be considered as timeless, rainbows in the sky tell us GOD has kept his promise, if I went rhymeless, for a while, and came back in a new age, would my input be this violent, and would I come back with the same rage, reading, learning every page, tells me things just change with time, things get old, things are new, at least that's how it's in my mind, how long will it be fore I find, that things just takes it's course, sometimes we're feeling careless, other times we have remorse, for this life is like a force, and it's events could be ironic, but one thing we must recognize, life seems like it's timeless.

I open my bible I want survival, first thing that comes to mind is disciple, live with that title, cause Jesus CHRIST is my only idol, his word went viral, but still some think his message ain't vital, their suicidal, several billion lives torched right in a pile, live for this while, around the goons that take my best and give death threats through trial, find it hard to see their image their finished and in denial, I put my life to his and settle through reconcile, his sheep are not saints but they walk free in single file, we live by the word no demons heard he hears me dial, the code that gives me breath from death on to survival, now welcomed as HIS own I'm known as his disciple, so I live on with that title.

It's all water under the bridge in which we walk on, we talk on where to go next, holding hands symbolize the mutual respect we have, the do's and dont's that come from I do's, I got you, you got me, it's you and me, happily ever after with laughter that captures memories we'll never truly live once again, oh no!, oh yes!, oh no!, oohhh yes!..in the end it's all smiles and childish games, where all are friends and wild, this is- how we came...never in shame, but learning to walk, we fall many, many times, but we still talk and live on.