Can't continue creating colorful concepts conveying Coppertone cravings...
Whoever feels they can stop me has another thing coming.
Not only god, but the angels will rebuke you, So lil drummer boy keep drummin.
Sit back and catch a contact...
Off of my divine dissertation of life beyond monetary goldmines.
Blessed with the gifts of Apollo. I'll bring you the warmth of poetic philosophies that will show you the light
And pass you a couple of desynthesized dreams to let you rest.
Keep in mind I got gifts from god, The apostles and kings are watching my time. Jesus is giving me direct instruction.
"Live your life younging, bless the world.
Teach these fools how to treat those girls."
Indecisive invasions of an invincible innovator.
I am the sacred skillful knight brought to vanquish all evil.
I rep harder than any thug or any gangsta.
Stress is building up.
I have no choice but to anoint myself.
Immerse myself in the wisdom of the goddess of love...
If ignorance is bliss, give me insanity, life isn't about material worth or vanity.
If I must lose my soul for the belief of an ancient testament,
Then my benefit will be my soul's investment.
Let the generation be led by infants,
Sadly those of the 20Th century will not lead the technological revolution.
We will only ride on the ripple created by our children.
Please, stay calm as you learn this truth.
This goblet of jarred glass will be only so hard to swallow,
Let the truth go down easy...and learn to follow.
The world weeps of diverse divisions, of our children.
Can we teach them to hold onto the past?
We're losing our culture, and our souls, this tyranny must end.
We are our own tyrants, treacherously taking thoughts.
Selling them for the good of America.
These diverse divisions dynamically named states.
Far from united in the times of apocalyptic brainchilds.
You feel me knockin?
I'm breaking down barriers, you have got to hear the word.
Trust me...
You'll walk away with poetic prophecies powerfully penetrating pompous people preaching.
No one can hear me walking, I'm tired of people talking over me.
I'm getting claustrophobic,
I'm all alone in this emotional persecution of my reality.
Hear me now or forever hold your peace.
I will not be commanded on situations of my heart.
I'm tired of being the victim of solid tears.
My soul has no metaphysical existence in this cold world, I need to live.
Can I live?
Without the judgment of a thousand souls?
Everyone speaks with no remorse, no connection, no words of remembrance.
My soul gets no gratitude for Uplifting chivalry,
God didn't warn me about this long ride...of divine desertion.
I'm up the theological creek....no paddles....no eyes....no feet....
I will die in the river of vengeful souls,
I am dead, chivalry is my gun and I take a bullet 3 times a day...I've taken far more than any devil could contain in the barrels of God's divine cannon. I'm here now, resurrected by the calling of a billion men.
They request I take on the gladiator of misconceptions,
I'm stepping into the entrance.
The armour of God will be broken tonight if I don't stand and fight,
I'm calling for the blade of chivalry to save this fertile gladiator from my merciless rage.
I will have every inclination to fight to death....no one sees me now....why will they miss me in my DEATH!!!!!!!!!
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