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I'm mathematically metaphorical, everything adds up and makes sense, I'm something like an Oracle,
Current generation is influenced by foolishness, ignorance is truly rhetorical,
it's easy to lead a million people in the wrong direction, this is facts, this is a true story.
Do you want to hear a true story?!
How about the little tea pot lol, I meant the crack epidemic that Ronald Reagan started,
Don't get me started, just research that story.
People know of me, but don't really know me, I'm a Lion at war, I'm charged with trying to incite some roars and get these black men to open their minds, for too long their brains have been behind bars.
Minds have been incarcerated for years, calling women hoes instead of Queens, creating nightmares for them, instead of fulfilling their dreams.
Those women scream at night in their dreams to taste a full blooded love, full moon is beautifully visible, wolves on the prowl that don't even know how to talk to and comfort them,
all they know how to do is howl, and only aim to attack the bottom half of a woman,
only your panties encourages their smiles.
Keep the garlic, stay guarded, somewhere in the constellations there is a King that is following the stars and trying to reach you, when he reaches, he places you above only, never beneath, because you're unique.
You wasn't purposed to be just a girlfriend, but a wife, you're not made to cry in darkness, darling you're light.
I can say this with all of my might, veins in my neck, some close minded men probably won't like,
but I don't care, I only care about what is right,
I wasn't always this way, I sketched my wrongs on paper, and I made them right,
That Jihad with self was literally the battle between death and life.
I'll just keep loading up words into this poetiforical rifle, I promise that I'll keep shooting words of wisdom until one actually strikes you, because your own mindset even dislikes you,
it wants to do right, but your own flesh fights you.
It delights you to sell poison and to manipulate your black brother, you are a part of the conspiracy to cause genocide to the black gods,
draw down on your brother, take his life because you were down to ride.
Are you happy now?! No you're not, you've earned the lead role in Willie Lynch's play, you got played, thought you was smart, nig%@ you're dumb as clay,
You need to come back to God so that he can mold you back into shape,
too much evil is present, just listen to what I have to say.
Things don't change overnight, but it can start tonight, it's all on you if you want to continue be the problem or the solution.
do you want inhale and exhale fresh air or do you want to die from mental, physical, and spiritual pollution?!
One day y'all will eventually die off and no one will miss those ill intentions.
Even the Queens will be joyful, after all, no root knowledge of self started all of those arguments.
Qadar Dwon'
