........Nature might be happy....all the goveronment conspiracies can swallow their arogance slowly.....I've got inspirations from Coby's...I've got it from oldies...O E's...and suround sound dolby's...and even from my dead homies...We all laugh...cuz its whut we do...but how often do u take the time to place "sincerity" on a silver platter when its due....don't forget the side dish of "hate"...and a little bowl of "respect" for desert...the stress that I am seeing...makes me wonder whut could be done....sometimes I talk to no one.....and get more knowledge than any priest could manifest from his chest....I feel better than any woman has made me feel...and I even feel thugged out at times...when forreal its the other ones that really keep it real...You're either positive or negative...and if U do the math...you go around infinitely whicheva way you choose...sine or cosine...it doesn't matter....right now...I'm caught up in it...right in the middle of this typhoon of bullshit....how many times does it take for a little ghetto boy to realize...eyes just a little to squinted to see that I am a descendant of a past full of pain...and when its time to make change....instead of cleaning my stains...I pretend to see there's nothing to gain...just cuz I wanna feel thighs and be real high...doesn't mean I shouldn't realize to kill people will steal tithes and bill lives...make money for the drug deal lives...and slowly kill mines....I don't even know..now see...there's this guy...and..ummm....I am always giving him advice...whether its wrong or right...it doesn't matter cuz life goes on...no matter what...but I keep flippin this nigga like he's a toy....and for every good step he takes...3 are in the negative...he hunts for the things we claim....leather soft as butter...crucial bud that turns tests this dark purple color...sexin it with the girls of his dreams in a way that's affectionate yet wit out the rubber....I told him..."Do me one favor mister whueva....tell whueva you control...in a quick silent prayer...that I am the captain of my soul...and I must not trust my lust of this good life ....take away this cycle...this circle that rides foreva...that extra "o" in "good"...and make me live the "god" life...KMIYPrayers....
The silent one that speaks of those things that cause a stagnant death.....
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