The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Living Proof

Back to the basics taking yall to school, my academics are to high to be attained by fools, my words above ya head like water to deep you ed up out here lost at sea, niggas will drown from the weight of how I think, can't nobody save you, you shark food, o yea Iam ready to eat, thinking you can see tha the God, It's battleship time you bout to sink, understanding and wisdom is all I seek, Iam on the spiritual path trying to find peace, my power comes from on high, my image was consecrated in the heavens like a zodiac sign, Iam on a level you could never define, you still think its a man that lives in the sky, the God you know only exist in the space in your mind, God lives in us, to this secret knowledge religion will make you blind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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