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my creator gave me a ministry
my creator labeled my ministry
POETRY I don't preach
I don't pass a collection plate
around I seek deep finding my
own faults and mistakes
correct them before I tell someone
to have faith and trust the process
I first must test the currents before
I can say...Jump in I speak to
the souls and hearts of man
there's always room for argument
I don't debate things that stir up
hate our opinions are liken to
fingerprints, none of us holds
to the same truth that don't mean
that one is good and the other one
is evil, what's wrong with you people
no one spits out more fire hotter than
a versifier not even a church choir
can set a holy blaze, we don't
need a holy day to put you in a
holy daze holy ghosting as if you've
been totally tazed those who tell
you that you're going to hell
their nothing but a bunch of
imps themselves claiming
their trying to save you
but if you looked closely
you would see that they can't
help themselves to save their
own lives, the devil is a liar
his pants are Levis, Jew jeans
don't blame me, blame it on
the new wine..."Nah Mean"
don't blame me, blame it on
the New Wize..."Nah Mean"
