Please pray for me; I'm trying to get everything up out of me. Laid out on the street, another casualty:green leaf, chief keef. Peep; the lights go out when the drive by creeps.
Baby's outside playing in the street, momma's scream this is the dream of a east sider.
To live you gotta die first; hunger and thirst; limp biscuit, Fred durst.
Pray for this clay; rag on his face then spray, gauge to the face, disgraced. God's slave in the last days; like Chucky who wanna play, set the stage.
In the temple which is the mental we find the residue of the very thing that created you; call it what you will but in the beginning the Holy Ghost spilled; opened the vessel and was filled with feelings of Palm trees in the spring and other wonderful things I keep insisting pray for me.
I have thoughts of suicide and I can't hide from the fact that if you had something I wanted I'm taking that; jacked. Just cover my face real low with a baseball cap, like when the boy got cracked with that baseball bat; lay low like a needle in a hay stack.
How I feel on the inside is wild; sometimes I'm strong but sometimes I feel weak like a child. I'm pretty mild and chill; dialed in for real, the wine was spilled, this time this mind controls the will,can't sit still; the enemy lies cheats and kills so swallow the red pill and learn the truth; to the light I was introduced cut from my own tree lost the noose; illusive illusions of islands infused with prayers for me.
Dreams of eternity; Destiny stays in front of me, loyalty. To the eternal tree dreams and fantasy are our reality watch what you think; third eye crys from the lies of the heart, we are mystical inside us there is a spark that lights the dark; it's in our hearts that we find mercy staying mad won't hurt me, but you could lose eternity.
God bless me and you; I'm through.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
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