Bombs in Baghdad, Bombs of tears fill the eyes of the deceived, my people decent deeper & deeper in the worlds decor, so what really matters, maverick movin metric sentences; you would think the stage I was performing on was great enough for me to receive a Nobel. These demons is real, they stay busy tryin to demonstrate on my heart, hatin on my happiness like it's justified in its wrath...analogies & apologies expected, but are they really accepted, the Faith in God manifested to the heavens, i just pray all my ambitions match up with Gods will like the Zip-up hoody to match the new Kicks. Too tires to give up, too old school to get schooled by the enemies plots, rather preach a holy sermon in Vermont & maybe sit down @ a table eatin randomly...maybe croissants.
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