My Spirit

When will I stop writing Only death can stop me, Even then, my persona Lives forever and my verses Will influence another reader, To influence another so an entity Would be formed, Call that the resurrection of G G be a another Gimmick, So the flows will be kicking And the individual will be scoring, Power too looney to grasp Hard to define, too bright to see So its me and the holy angel, Cup of milk be a sword of meat To attain the great perception The greater you as you read on, Let my words posses you As they enter your mind, Rearranging thoughts and reconnecting neurons to cause reasoning, And further understanding as you see The gab in one than all, So one connects to the code of self To perceiving the dream in the world, That every bodies sleeping,