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The 3 Keys Or a Good Friday Matter Created Miracle

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The three keys  [ edit ]

His name was jimmy dean
He was the crack rock fiend  
He sat right down between  
His love for the rock and the unseen  
Oh well, Jimmy dean

I needed to lose everything
To start this new beginning
And find joy in scarcity
That will surely impress him
So he drove the road undriven

Wanted no dollar
No change
Give it all away

Been crying in this sleep
As it is not all what it seems
And then there was jimmmy dean

He approached, 
As if meeting a prophet, 
The only one who got it, 
And said simply,
I got 3 keys in my pocket for a reason

And I saw why 
Allow me to clarify,
One for the Father, One For the Son, and one for the holy Spirit 

The spirit of god
Lifted the holy fog

And it came from me
It unrolled right out of my sleeve
This sight familiar,
But never been seen

My arm dispensed US currency
it was the 10 bucks I did not need

My kingdom to thee
To Mr. Jimmy dean
The crack rock fiend


I mumbled through a beaten breath,
It's yours
I will take none

And like me,
That man was sick and diseased

And so he turned to me and said,
Twenty bucks all I need

I handed it over
He say back in five

Returned to sit on some steps,
Looked into my eyes
Shield me he said,

So I took a step to the right
And he took a hit

Then I realized,
That day I appeared to the despised
I be his king, no otherwise

It seems to me
Set the coke dealers free
Hehe
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Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016

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