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Have justices have joy; he grew to be a man from a boy, Filled with outside noise that got zeroed in: grins. Mind spins and twist blunts lit on the East side we call them sticks; bricks, fingers stick.

Have mercy have peace, make it quick make it brief; grew up like a rose grown out of the streets; on the concrete he sleeps under I-70: so if I am creation then I am also he, sleeping on the streets with nothing to eat.

Have knowledge have wisdom; wise dome, cranium Gods home temple  Arm leg leg arm head credentials the kingdom-residential; how I feel, presidential ; finished  the intro.

Fade to the black; because in fact black is where it’s all good, black is just miss understood. Blackness fades with the sky- high and begins to blend with the most high; Bright. The light. When is the exact exchange between day and night? In the womb of a mother there is darkness a world of no harshness, the wombneverse. The truth, Ropes, knots, forgotten:  noose.

RIP to my little Cuzzo, got Straight clapped by the 5O over some female; sorry but its hard to let go; Ive held a dead body till it turned cold: keep it together, stay in control; Utsey, don’t trip your spirit is home:

Throne.

Kissed by an angel, coming from all angles. On the square move through time no worries no cares.

Night sky; at Orion he stares. I and I think to myself, am I from there? Yea that’s hemp in my hair.

As you stare be aware that the Holy Ghost is air; I am he and he is I in the mirror I stare, my dungeon my layer. The world stays in my prayers. Don’t mingle with Babylon, they are the slayers; haters.

The wicked one comes in all kinds of flavors; danger. Have justices have joy; he grew to be a man from a boy, Filled with outside noise that got zeroed in: grins. Mind spins and im out.

Blackhemmingwayπ