Look deep within the slums and you will find absolute truth: the One.Holding on tight to his guns shooting gospel rays:
who stands against the son of man in the last days?
None.
In the slums you will find lost souls on the run,
Regarding the smashing,
it was the same cat from that stabbing.
he is really a walking jasper.
Laughter sounded like Emeralds infused with star dust hurt;
Earth, so full of fire and wind.
It's crazy how it's the slums were this poem begins.
All ask, what happens in the past; but it's apart off the path.
Avoid Babylons wrath; we need to put down the macks,
I know this cat that lost his you know what behind all that.
Eight sexy models lost there life to crack.
lived in a tight ass crib, now they reside in the trap.
Lost souls dwell in earth hell, the smell is sweet decay.
Slayed by the pavement; puzzled at there arrangement.
Not knowing that the flesh is just the containment of
Clear diamonds; yes shining prisms, waiting to leave
This earthly prison, The vision is a infinite one.
But I am Elohim Sun, burning and nursing all
In need, ask who are hurting; what ever it is in my
Body feels like it's burning, hurting to tell the truth;
I'm linking these rhymes together like mother goose.
Tying it all together like a noose; so don't be afraid
To look into the slums; and will you find
Absolute truth.
Black Hemingway 2014©
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