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  • Meditation.....

    To an inner mantra I laid and deeply meditated
    Gracefully transfered to a scene completely replicated
    from the pages of fairy worlds in my imagination
    Where time disengages and whims bring adultaion.................

  • #2
    Flip through past scriptures to add to the lesson
    Learned too much, that's the disease that I'm catchin
    Sad song in the background fuels the desire to write with purpose
    Drowning in this world, but what would you expect in this circus?

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    • #3
      This Earth has me smothered
      Dictating a life that's not suitable for my younger brother
      Look deep, but donít delay, get caught by the mesmerizing array
      Of bright red through the white shirt, keep you next to me till I kick dirtÖ

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      • #4
        Convert matter into dancing atom...
        with the energy of chi too intense to phathom.......
        out of the stratum of my tissue
        I travel to a constellation of deep green and blue......

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        • #5
          Though life has contributed much, but pain has begun
          What kind of life is this to bring forth my future son.
          The rules of engagments is plenty for what I make
          Hopefully my son will look past the society & dodge my mistakes.
          Though all & all the laughter brought when you sing
          Lets hope planet earth is vital and lets see what it brings.
          Last edited by Bishops; 08-09-2004, 3:21 PM.

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          • #6
            And day by day this world gets worse
            Too many innocent people know the meaning of a hurst
            Shit is gettin' crazy
            Another Mrs. Daisy is pushing up Daisies
            Lying in a caskett six feet deep
            Rolled on by some bangers in a jeep
            Homicide, Sucide, and every body dies
            That is just the way it is in the South Side
            But something has got to change
            When I see five year olds already packing gats and forming gangs
            Slangin' cane, doing O.G. thangs
            And preteen underage girls already giving up the putang

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            • #7
              Through a world full of murderers & killings
              Why see most people who die of seeing billings.
              Ain't much ever happen except war & dying
              Sending little niggaz to battle & seeing they're mothers crying.
              About as much stuff I say is usually gonna be spoken
              which in life itself, those suffering are poetically choking.
              As more and more come, the mind keeps going
              Which in my case, my mind keeps on flowing.......

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              • #8
                im mangled with this flow

                now you really wanna know, what get on harms bad side
                how these pigs just chill and catch speeders by
                fuck th marijuan policy, cause thats just dick dude
                the shit growns natural, so why cant i grow it to
                im more than pissed wit this egotistcle shit
                woman i got much love for you, and than aint ever change
                Even when eve fucked up, adam loved her enough so he always came
                im deeply rooted with my homie jesus
                and i dont got to tell you any of my failthful reasons
                so whatever you chose, and howeve you live
                never let any other person tell u how to raise a kid
                its insanity the way, children been raised
                i've seen nothing in my middle class ways
                all my rich dudes gettin cars at 16
                mother fucker i got a football, aind aint ever gonna regreat that scheme
                people dyin in other countries and im hatin that shit
                i'd give em half my bread just to keep hi kicken
                fuck bush, who he think he stickin
                shit dawg and kerry aint no good either
                if you wanted a real cat, tellin the truth, you'd have to hire harm, cause he always a real cat



                xanax bars do the trick, sip a frew beers, and puff on a mary stick
                blunted and bumpin, Gee-UNIT, gangsta aint that somethin
                We white crackaz doin what we think is cool
                some of my homies graduated other chose outta school
                me i couldnt take taht jail, so i purcahsed a GED
                now im college found and aint no cracka fuckin wit me
                im no cock sucker ladie you got me confused
                son of ghost is the one who love to teef and juice...

                you bitch as quuer

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                • #9
                  People constantly trying to convey to me their definition of a GANGSTER
                  As if a GANGSTER has a set definition that MAKES HIM or BREAKS HIM
                  It's like, you got to wear this, you got to listen to that, I think NOT
                  I think it's about time that you forget every damn thing that you have been TAUGHT
                  Can a GANGSTER sport cowboy boots and wear WRANGLERS? You say "NO!"
                  Well, I'm going to "....put on my shit kickers, and kick some shit...." I'm a Redneck, you KNOW?
                  I wasn't born in the projects, I was born in the COUNTRY
                  Does that make me less of a GANGSTER than the next MC?
                  Afterall, true gangsterism is no more than a MENTALITY
                  Within a REALITY that ends up a tragic FATALITY

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                  • #10
                    purpose

                    after me nothing will exist as i know it
                    from streets to stores, shores, and oceans
                    no more focus, just darkness, if heaven doesn't exist
                    and hell is the place where sleep, while you fean for kiss
                    on the cheek, and a good night speech
                    that's deep, so what's death the start of
                    a better question is what are we part of

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                    • #11
                      Endless cycles of mental essences spiral through vortexes
                      Next is higher plains, in pain because rest is
                      To far beyond reach, bleach my color surface
                      Draining my vital forces to leave me with out purpose
                      Searches end in failure. I look only for things the truest
                      Study the ancient writing, written by ancient Buddhist
                      Who is to save souls, with power to come protect them?
                      I take the purest white to form it into the spectrum
                      But dare not look, for fearing that it could vanish
                      To find my spirit and soul I scourer throughout the planets

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                      • #12
                        Wandering through narcotic nightmares my sight tears
                        Vision impaired, I sleep and try to find refuge there
                        Feel fear rising, feel the prickling of the hairs
                        The Valley of Hinnom couldnít compare to my subconscious soul laid bare
                        So scared, and staring back from the precipice
                        Contesting that this doesnít exist, need to escape this mist
                        Too weak to resist, the terror persists
                        Pervading every sense, on waking it doesnít desist
                        The inescapable brutality of the evils of humanity
                        Reiterate the realisation that I lean toward insanity
                        Fragments of self orbit reality, this canít be me
                        Shards of emotion jarring actuality, wonít let me free
                        Wonít leave me be, feel the tide tugging me out to sea
                        As all else fails and I revert to my converted state of negativity

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                        • #13
                          I lay awake at night with my eyes fixated
                          My life's a bit naked as my picks patient
                          holes in my sanity, it grows like inflamatory
                          But who knows if I can control this frozen normality
                          I suppose that it shows i'm not a peace upstairs
                          If I could police what cares I ha for the relief that stares
                          Down a tunnel with a light, not this funnel of my life
                          Spiraling down as words we know someone'll never write
                          'Cause who am I to you? Give me my identity
                          Try defending me against my very own type of enemy
                          Cold and relentless, guess who knows they're defenseless
                          Senseless murder of a mind, death row as its sentence
                          Burning through layers of memories like an open flame
                          It's a hoping game for a mind to be back at home again

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