I have a purpose in this circus; never the less these words are wordless created from the empty blackness of nothingness, endless halls ran through ate up like Hannibal catching the fades in the big stall; stalled out, unable to bounce back from last years heart attack. now he's smoking crack and keeps a 45, 9 and the Mack in his knapsack, what the match.
left him poor, stretch out on the front doors of the church; like king Solomon's porch; verbal torch.
heart hurt but Egyptian elegance fell softly on him like an angle kiss; I have a purpose.
move through the filthy; grimy and petty like sauce through spaghetti. I have a purpose,
to show improve steadily improve my destiny, incredibly my words are very heavy like the weight of a levy. Jay-Z times three.
what's your flavor; is it star dusk from Africa's crust served by Yakub, Yeshua flows through my plasma and the annunaki talks with me in my dreams of Cairo in the snow blistering cold heat with words that intrusive like the gospel of Judah's; I have a purpose, hot and feverous sizzling, trust me I have a purpose. this will be good; but its from lack of wood that the flame goes out, and its the gangstas from the hood left with there brains left hanging out, no doubt. I have a purpose, like hot bread when it comes out; like who deserves this. I have a purpose; and its simply this, feel this.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
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