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Released,Deceased,Increasesd pt1

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Released,Deceased,Increasesd pt1

As I sit n begin to think, i say Lord 
never typed a freestyle; then i blink, 
n pray i make since as my fingers go 
wild...
Figure i might as well start off from 
now, but my insides saying start 
from when u was a child, then i 
question how, back then i was wild.
Well at least once i hit twelve, that's 
when i started to rebel, head got 
swell, doing things that could've led 
me to hell, yet n still, He kept me 
from jail, knew i was a female but 
others couldn't tell, baggy clothes 
hiding insecurities-past pained 
deliveries-caught up impurities 
acting a fraction of a male, upon 
life's tragedies i fell, allowed my 
flesh to put my soul in a cell, 
imprisoned by my own sins couldn't 
even hear my spirit yell, to da 
enemy-i gave my energy- 
responding to devils schemes like a 
hostess to a bell, even sold things 
that had to hit a scale, hiding my 
parents mail, so the cut cards n 
report cards saying fail, didn't sell, 
in my self was where i began to 
dwell, and it wasn't because i 
couldn't spell, math genes crazy 
always excelled, n in art i was crazy 
especially with the pastels, but to 
school i fake said farewell, ignored 
the chance to exhale, couldn't smell 
the crap that became my shell, seen 
the outcome yet was oblivion to the 
details, sharing my temple thru an 
email, letting my smarts go down 
the drain i began to get slow like a 
snail, big as a whale, forgot i was 
supposed to be the head instead 
turned into the tail, never took sail, 
attitude buffed but wisdom was 
frail, seeing different hotels, even 
chilled in some motels, like i forgot 
placed in His hands n feet were 
nails, listened to fabricated tales, 
derailed, then upon my own face 
placed a veil...

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