I knew peace like my hat was Ghandi
There was no peace so the Gat was handy
I know boys that say my J’s are cold
But wouldn’t give a dollar to a hopeless dream
That was me, don’t mind my friends they’re mindless fiends
A friend someone you’d do anything for
A fiend
Somebody without the R who doesn’t respect you
But I believe love is a drug everyone should try at least once
I was an addict for a while,
But I believe love is a drug everyone should try at least once
At least one day you’ll be able to taste the rainbow of passion and aura
Sodomite and Gomorrah
I need more of
What she can’t give I need more
The demons of lust tempt my touch as I hug the different versions of myself
I am in love with the idea of me and without her lips I could not taste her sweet kiss like the nectar of our forbidden fruits
I only wish to achiEVE my peace so I am ADAMant
Did you know?
That Lucifer was the Angel of music and God loved the sound of his voice but he made a choice to not bow down to the son of God so he lost to void
So now he uses beautiful images to bamboozle me and smooth voices to soothe me
Smooth is the voice of a demon
If men are trash then women are trash bins
Another way to take is that both of you should take out the trash together
But by you reminding the man of his utility this creates a temperament
Like deforestation we were once rooted but now we disappear,
it’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
It’s a game that has been aimed and played against the black male
We are your backbone and you are ours,
We take the trash of life and recreate it into light to grow with me,
Are you with me?
Because whilst you were in the kitchen he took out the kitchen in order for you to have something to eat,
Deep,
Deeply rooted conscious brothers do not cheat,
a heartbeat that plays the melody of rage will play the loudest song of passion and fury
Would you die because of your ex?
Treat her like a Queen because she did not refrain from using her pain as a game to play with his emotions by using and losing his father.
Complaining over plantain or plantin when you don’t even have a garden to plant in is a waste of energy
Using Hennessy to pleasure your poison ivy,
A broken home means a broken mind.
A broken glass means a wasted shine.
A broken watch means a waste of time
Time is never wasted
An experience whether good or bad is always an experience and this is why I know peace.
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