I never stoop’d so low, as they
Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey,
Seldom to them, which soare no higher
Than vertue or the minde to’admire,
For sense, and understanding may
Know, what gives fuell to their fire:
My love, though silly, is more brave,
For may I misse, when ere I crave,
If I know yet, what I would have.

If that be simply perfectest
Which can by no way be exprest
But Negatives, my love is so.
To All, which all love, I say no.
If any who deciphers best,
What we know not, our selves, can know,
Let him teach mee that nothing; This
As yet my ease, and comfort is,
Though I speed not, I cannot misse.

Lookin to spread some posivity to dowce the hostility.
People acting like peace aint a possibility
But i Keep vibes of tranquility, violence dont fuell my energy.

To those spittin in a booth think of what your sayin to the youth. Give em energy hope and above all the truth.

Tell em how dope dealin got you parinoid.
Tell emhow *** and drinking wont fill the void.
Show em the beautiful people your drugs destroyed.
Tell em how those gun shot wounds at night keep you annoyed.

See im spreading the word not seeking a crown.
Im speaking with power that make your heart pound.
Now help me lift these souls before they put me in the ground.
Im speaking to lost who lookin to be found.
Dont worry ill find you, the light of my love spreads all around.