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16 Bars

its a thirst thats hard to quench you did it well, 
we all draw water from the well in the cellar, to go, inter-stellar 
in our minds deep dive divine intertwined by the roots we start to slow time 
but it seems refined the present danced in a line, we had a good rhyme, 
but rhythm lagged behind, the younger days where spent chasing
what we had all aligned, n being set up poor thats a crime, 
but no time to pull nine's n 16 dimes at a time, the designers be hatching 
cause they mismatched n cracking but from that flows the static,
step up stop the havoc with Matic actionary tactics of maverick's
     But the beginning was so tragic! SO! let go! 
The pass is so acid, image be a trap as the picture caps
and the future retaps time travel relapse now what image is that?
imagination afterwards be tripping like an actor, walking on x factor 
educated of y is it's so violent to be alive, and peaceful when we die.
we asked it nine times and 16 lines he rhymed,
the rhythm be forever silent this time.

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My Vision

take a holiday from your perspective, don't you say?
it would help you to evolve past hey!
my way or the highway, as it only causes pain,
what happened to beauty?
maybe it never existed just shame,
covered up by the rights to exist, in vain!
none the less i love this vein of creativity,
that streams from my pain, as i realize it's all
a gain, of experiences with which to change
my pane, so my vision won't be so stained.

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Cool Confidence

Yes with Cool confidence, the kinda swag you get
when you understand less,
i always think like that so i don't pout my chest
with a vest built from meditation's essential relations,
fibers connected with the essence of creation,
one inhalation equals ten times the amount of greatness,
n each of us been taking in since birth untold amounts of
oxygen, we for win.
your potential is to shake this then, don't mind society's
on old programing,
you're the update still plenty chances to relate, especially
at this pace i can taste peace if we don't waste time!
can you smell it?
my nose quivere's on intake, i see fresh grass and huge lakes
hear mother nature saying control hate,
seek to not retaliate and you might find faith, fate, and
ratings but ignore the waving,
and just start by you where saying,
Yes with Cool confidence, the kinda swag you get
when you know death is next
but like an old friend we've meet so I'm not afraid,
i just feel left on the dance floor partnerless.
so i vibe like this hence why we create such a rhythmic
kiss, cause THIS be a dismiss of this diss,
homie said we was born like this, i said Hu! What did i miss?
We cluelessly own all our gifts, 
born but then given Rifts now thats society's gift,
observe if you must the progression of this in your own mind,
if history permits, as it always does answering like this,
Yes with Cool confidence, the kinda swag you get
when you create a Peace out of it.

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The Crow

As i fly through the sky i believe i’m alive, this breath tonight.
is the First in my life, sun glistening as the setting brings the first,
restful night, without, white fright, or police might.
But let me remind you, and tell you my strife,
born through the tears of my life,
tears that grant me life, once again tonight.
I promise you, to believe in belief that stems from grief,
And bow to no thief, so we can weave a new future,
From that bloody history, but not before,
You come to terms with me.
I am sleek black wings, miles in between,
Intelligence in beings.
Although stole from my home,
N robbed of my bones, they whipped,
N shipped me clipped and snipped me.
Through all that, i remain,
I am sleek black wings, miles in between.
Although beaten N killed,
raped N pealed N grilled for real,
although enslaved for life,
and freed to die,
Freedom never cries,
N white caps pry, at my eyes.
Burst N fry, civil rights for life,
Golden age snipped N cagged.
Although,
Still Black N Sexy as ever,
History endeavor.
Although beaten N shot,
N killed on the block,
I still shout back, and kick about.
I’m apart of this world,
And I belong here to!
So get lost telling me to hide,
although, I’m the problem, you created to solve,
Around me worlds revolve,
N you think that you can solve?
More complex than
anything you can behold, my body is the world.
Although you tried, to hold us all our lives,
Our heritage survives, so i’ll smile,
I am sleek black wings, miles in between.
Swift as the light that rises in eight minutes,
To never diminish,
A perfect finish to an elegant scrimmage ,
Although there's blood on the finish,
As we clean, it'll diminish,
But forget never the vision,
Of black lives missing,
Mothers kissing as kids leave kicking,
Hanging in front of the kitchen,
Burnt in sanctuaries, N kicked in,
Freed N enslaved by the same parade,
I  was the victim of an age,
I am sleek black wings, miles in between.

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The Ocean Earth

truly i honestly grasp fast and arm karma's quid
quo quick for me to pass pro if you think we lasting,
surviving be the main task and I'm a over achiever like,
see that wood chewing beaver, now you start to smell cedar,
and i thought Oh my god the world's now a heater.
Ha we stuck in the feeder irrelevance teetered you've
out weighed the meter, i kinda understood this
from McGuffey's reader, the image coming to mind
is the salt man and his crimes, all jokes aside, He died.
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean churning salt to change his life.
lost in this rhyme allow me to connect lines,
many of men have trashed the sea believing they salted it,
at one time.

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Give Graciously

The world might, be blind you see,
so give peace, so graciously, and repeat,
feels great you see, now receive,
these words from me, they be deep
inside of thee, as peace breaths
its kindness see's
that you create, everything.

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Mine Your Mind

This be something like a Hy-mn,
so stop to begin, that was sang then with breaths we did send
our intentions, and in seconds granted perceptions, cause vibrations
have meanings and deception, spread so this screen is like a
contraceptive killing my creativity till i collect it and bet it,
cause i love it and won't let it get beaten down or forgotten the sounds
of love she's all around us talking,
so like a needle of light, its needless to stop tonight, if you livid in life,
get lifted to flight, that minds speed stops fright,
Cause solving problems be our waviest might watch Endurance in life,
this grove be the rhythm of Live from a heart beat to a grave
lived in between spent on the pave, with poetry coming in waves,
like surfing a Fransisco parade, swing from building painting 
Peace or Death we've collapsed our spirits have lapsed,
im drunk and high to forget and only focus on That, 
images be splat, imaginations can't act, could you start imaging that?
a peace you could grasp, what worlds could you ask? 
if mining Your Mind was your one and only task?

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My Soul

Im falling in place, but at My own pace surrounded by Faith,
yet this all seems a mistake as My heart begins to race,
I see the sweat dripping from My souls face,
but I'm making no haste as i bake My fate,
bitter as it seems the honesty i taste,
choking back the tears of late.
This is a conscious take, so the pain fills the lake,
its like I'm drowning in fate but I eat an apple every day,
And I'm not afraid, cause deaths the only things thats always been certain,
so as the curtains close,
I do supposed, My conscious approaches
the floor.
Shine the light on the words as they hobble out the door,
I say I’m blessed cause I plan,
We all ascend above man,
and our souls are the divine lands, we should protect them with our hands,
weather conscious or not these words will touch the heart. 
I see the art of the dark it glitters and sparks rocks that ark cross the stars leaving humans in awe.
Don’t you hate on heart My conscious is dark,
like space it births lights as gifts to the trees,
so from my conscious please,
can you stop destroying these!

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Conflict Place

youth water war their bodies strained, as you walk through a door,
no organ or funeral tour, just boom a little more, shaking,
down falls the door, 
bombs away like droplets of nothing they pierce the day,
but futures mistrusting and the present be any but a Just thing,
only in moments to be judging, my cups over running, with passion,
but they gunning, and life keeps getting hung and cashed in, 
look at their faces the kids scared then they become hatred,
so to conflict in these streets, my soul, this whole globe,
peace you are apart of the fold.

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Beautiful Peace

I'm in love with an adventure in peace's fire, it caught my attention
now i desire, emotions running tired, but refueled with fire, 
i am beauty's desire, these expressions don't expire when intended for this 
tier, cheers for when i drink beers, when i have no fears, and moments they
disappear, apparently I'm cheered,
Honestly I'm geared, prepared for this fear innate as it appears.
My fate churns forward with ears cause intuition's best to steer,
and as it clears a piece of peace in spheres, encompassing passion
it drops in passing ignoring foes amassing dropping a aftermath of fire n emotions grasping the soul for has been, till in comes the end 
as an adventure i am beautiful peace heres an extension, did i mention?
Im an adventure beautiful peace, your pension.