Frigid
Sorrowed Nights
Lustrous Dreams
Always more than what it seems
Psychotic transfusions await
Upon the hands of the gracefully
graceful
From love with Russia
Prussian changing of the guards
Alongside wisdom & tools from God
Do not ponder my friend just
wander
Keep the keys to the kitchen of life
zip-tight
& keep it tight.. aight?
Overlook the same wisdom I preach
to you
Underhanded cards delt from a
higher power
Adhere to you all that might hear or
take a gander or glimpse at my
mind
I don't expect you to understand
upon the first viewing with the
naked eye
Onlookers onlook as I preach you
spoken wisdom that didn't come
from the white mans book
I got souls to cook & humans to
crook
Enlightened choosen illuminating
nutritional dietary nutrients more
than food cooks
Might as well write me a book
Late night jux.. my does the Lord
hate em
The reaper tried to steal my soul I
felt I had another ultimatum
Now my heart is a frigid basement
rented out to a bag of coal
I will batter foes & scatter souls
Taking alotta many females out like
trash in the cold
He who say the lord got em is bold
but forgotten
I tell my female acquaintances to
never forget me hence I took her
tongue now its old & forgotten
Chuch...Amen..
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