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Gross misconduct bullets falling like rain drops
Mosquitoes kissing marinated children 
While in the hood homeless and thugs
Suck on those the things unruly plugs
Crack-cocaine, meth, mary-jane
Elusive while simultaneously being inclusive
Only check me N marching boys to men 
Both dying over seas
Are we protecting democracy
So they be so illiterate literally can't pull the trigger
Might have put a fon to his heads go figure
Counterfeit dreams nightmares
So they fought for us they be home now
Lock them up seclude them drug them out checkmate it's a stand still Satan steals and kills
He even tries to bends our wills women mothers crying because their boys and men are out in the war they come back home they're being denied governments denying urban city countries wars going to get you got mine seasons change what it is what it ain't none of that mistreatment and where are the trains on the railroad tracks cell phone tires towers missing children the promises of ups All I see is down mental health rising And I'm on a checkerboard multi-colored squares summer black summer white that's the closest we touch Where is the heaven where God is my witness yet it seems like he dismissed us in Jesus what color is he black or white or is he red yellow Tanner Brown Is he mine Is he yours do we just belong to the burns And how do birds live or more how do they sore in the sky or how I wished and I could fly I know I never die because my true self is energy but I don't want to be consumed and compiled in the colds of raising fires I want to live in a new body and love embrace by the father above the Grossman's conduct of my flesh body deformation my character caught up and pride like Illuminati The only luminess that I want to shine in is the resistance being a child of God about living God I light shines from my heart outward I light I come across the evils of myself first I liked this game in this worldly plain and it's physical vein I light I am of prophetic energies I am like in my father and he might be in every step that I take I go right because if I were to go left it would be checkmate?

4/6/23 
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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