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33rd BIRTHDAY Part 1

December twelfth of the twelfth,
Born with wealth, kept within the internal house, no clue in eighty two,
True story here at last, I never knew my past, 
Few people see within their hourglass,
Everybody’s sleeping, and it’s two thousand and fifteen,
Up down, self-esteem is what makes me a fiend,
Finding a dream, mastering a craft, 
This outlasts your ignorant thoughts of the past,
Mind presence, manifested and blessed into physical reality really fast,
In actuality, blown in a rhyme confessing this,  
Witnessed today, the turning thirty three and given a key,
Simplest not tricky, ways to see this in rewind,
My mind state, on a mission, rated in other ways,
Not displayed through communication,
Can’t be found within discussions,
My mission of all missions,
Knowledge is the commission,
Finding knowledge of solutions,
To control all my minds distribution,
Say what? Yeah your brain has rot,
Always saying “I forgot”…. But,
Word to the narrator,
Don’t let your ego rape ya,
It will seriously hate ya, 
So stand in mightily manner,
Where he goes you go, 
And where you go he goes,
Mindset of Satan and his Demons,
Streaming my flows but most are unconscious,
Subconscious automatic is turned on,
Feel the static bestowed sub atomic physics at work on this road, 
Safety mode is also turned from off to on, 
Upon the path rode by illusions in front of you, visions of sin,
Negativity is what it brings,
I sit beneath my own opened wings,
Cut the strings not long ago,
Now battling my ego, conditioned self-logo,
Can you go where my words want to take you?
You’re new to this game remaining forever the same?
Sometimes I rhyme the same things, but like rain it needs to fall,
Falling into your minds at this special time, then I rest
Thought you knew, your lame existence needs addressed,
Messed up in the horrors through our senses causing us stress,
I confess, the narrator, written words upon this manuscript,
I scribe to address, what the real narrator gives me to press,
Expressed through the poet on the attack, 
Quincy Mac has these wise words back......

Quincy Mac
date written: 12.12.2015
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