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Cyclone Jan 2020
My Intelligence is questioned, I guess the route I chosen out in life had others guessing, about the common sense that I possess in my possessions, with nothing left to lose I must confess to rest the stressing, so now I'm learning lessons stressing what I gotta do to make this right, the decisions I make- beyond this point affects my life, If I wanna be happy I must excel on to the light, this Early Life Crisis increases will to learn and fight!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Hectic Injections affecting sections, had killed the past affection I had for them past elections, I'm now expecting secrets that sever our suffering system, if you see the good in these demons why don't you list em?, you're just another victim pressured by power and now the pain plays pure, victims keep falling to flocking felons, can't catch em there is no cure, for how long must we fight this?, this Early Life Crisis won't be secure?!, prepared for battle we go to war, fore we mature, stressing while fetching bases, catching cases was our demise, and now we blow into a million seeds before your eyes, it was no mercy towards the good and young nobody cries, just viewed as menaces to society, the future dies!
Cyclone Jan 2020
We love to highlight life, thinking twice, every slice, just invites more sights, and it does, but our blood makes us flood with no love, can we sub these newer memories for better reasons?, I caught myself just dreaming, gleaming from a wetter season, I'm a stressor trained professor not a tough man, who endeavors to be clever in these rough sands, a flushed plan screaming lush to the gush that was ever such, through CHRIST in his body I trust I will never rush, to thinking plush if disguised vice finds rights, to label me as disabled through my highlights.
Cyclone Jan 2020
What I have in my mind is telekinesis, power to move Messiah Jesus into my mind, and now he teaches while his word reaches, beyond the deepest, steepest where all the bleakest leeches here to the morning I was groaning from feeling all alone and, the foaming, got out of control you saw me roaming and stoning blew up the scene, it's like the wrong me was cloning consecutively, but see my art form was in the hearts dorm catch it in specks till it be where my mind limits it, no one's stealing it, the feeling is the exercising what your prizing, you must be inside where the compromising steady rising, cause then it feels good to get rid of the evils possessed, and then your like me where your life be committed to test the other strengths you have, outlook is now something you bet will only be the best, till the last breath where your sins are confessed.
Cyclone Jan 2020
You don't love yourself completely.
To love yourself completely one must have the ability to know their self completely. GOD knows you completely, so he loves you more than you love yourself. Keep that in mind.

Now watch me hurt myself with bruises, cuts, scars and blows, I never put myself in peace cause I felt that's how it goes, welcome the outcast, harass and trash and blast me, you know, it seems I hate myself and reject the health that helps me I woe, cause I just calls em foes, I pose no love to me cause I notice, can I just really find my deepest characteristics, ballistic, it seems I'm hopeless, I focus on quoted lies, that's why I despise the truest fact that hits me, I'll never just love myself completely.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If I was the last one here, I would let all fears, wash away and never be found, cause this my life now, talking to myself through my lessons, bragging and straight flexing, all possessions buried and resting, stressing my life confession to the LORD, I'm guilty of sin but now my heart is in peace, I can forever unleash bleak physique and then reach my peak, ready to teach my weak mind cause it seeks the meek, ready to meet the street where I will treat my leaks. FOREVER
Cyclone Jan 2020
Some they love the crystallizing, me I love the emphasizing to better my efforts of writing letters that tell my ventures, that's why sometimes I may stumble, cause I'm trying to be humble, and fumble when only I sense wrong because I seek the righteous gestures, them wild adventures will always be the aftermath from tasks where the loopholes would form and I would just say oh man, but always jump back to my feet cause I got some words to speak, this heat won't be the one to beat my feats because I got physique, so when you wreak I remain neat, because I tried to seek a way where no one can defeat my sermons that I tried to teach, years and years of perfecting now sees exception no xing my whole conception, not letting my faults show up to preach.
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