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Food For Thought Vol.I

It's crazy how a woman & man have the power
to bring life in the world suddenly have 
2nd thoughts about that kid all because 
they were in the moment of lust and 
now...regret what they did.It's funny how 
the word love gets thrown around 
like a L in the cypher and how the use
of them four letters have killed so many
lives like a blood thirsty viper.How did holy 
matrimony ever turn into this facade this
circus act that's shown around television 
by people who see long term relationships
as long division something to divide and conquer
yeah seems like a misconception that Lucifer 
cooked up and served to the most cold hearted 
individuals, what ever happened to that we shall
over come I can do all things threw Christ mentality/
ritual. What ever happened to treating others
like you do yourself, why is it if someone wrongs
another we as people make it our business 
in the essence to hit below the belt why do people
need the esteem of others to elevate their self 
why does the truth hurt so much these so called
americans can't accept the cards that have been dealt
somebody tell me when it's ever okay to cheat on your lover
how is it so easy for people to forget the ones heart 
they broken or melted like butter 
now I ain't looking for an answer this just rhetorical 
I just thought I'd raise some eyebrows but at the
same time be warm & cordial
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Harsh Reality Vol.Ii

They Say It ain't what you say but how you say it
so tell me, how do you get across the truth knowing
how people are gonna look at you after the moment
it's spoken. I mean people hate it but love it so 
addictive like 2nd hand smoking me, I'm like a
sponge when it comes to knowledge yeah I'm 
still soaking my man got his life taking away from
him before his time and for me dat was like a wake up call
but I've learned never mind the good times how you gone
react when things hit rock bottom, can you still stand tall
It's hard doing right when every things gone wrong
how you goin catch dat hailmary pass when you outta bounds
life ain't nothin but a choice of who you goin stay loyal to
Your Lord & Savior, or ya homeboys ya know them niggaz
dat always held you down. What's reality for me?
Knowing at the wrong place or wrong time I could leave
this world and my seed would be fatherless, but looking 
out my scope with all the snakes & rats I encountered 
its hard to see who's the real target and yeah I'm 
Holy so I got gifted hands like Ben Carson, and as a black man
I'm only trying to reach what we call freedom and man can't 
live off bread alone so for my son's sake the holy scriptures
I gotta continue to feed him. So if this ain't harsh reality
somebody tell me, whats the fate of another lost soul,
just another statistic to the streets that came from 
an unstable home
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Black Revolutionist

Here I stand before you a black man, a poet 
a religious leader on the low, I represent the people
who want freedom but are too scared too fight for hope
I'm America's nightmare but Dr. Kings Dream
I'm sumthin this world has never ever seen
you see people wanna change but don't wanna battle
I'm here to abuse freedom of speech like
disobedient children gettin beat with a paddle
I'm here to put my people on the map
without the strike of a fist, I'm one of God's angels
who was lurkin in the shadows under the abyss
I got the patience of the old wit a young mans soul
I'm the man wit the gavel in an all black robe
I reside on the throne blessed, sanctified, and gifted
I'm that perfect example of what the 12 tribes 
of Israel are spiritually missing
I'm Nelson Mandela in a jail cell when he was losing his mind
I represent every positive rap artist 
that didn't get promoted or signed 
I'm a suicide attempt just before thinking the thought
I'm a two time felon riding wit a brick of coke
gettin pulled over by the police about to get caught
I'm the one who's gonna stop this black holocaust
before the African American race is extinct 
I'm the thought you second guessed 
the moment you missed because you blinked 
I'm Saul on the road to Damascus being used by the Lord
I'm Heaven itself rejoicing when the doctors cut my umbilical cord
I'm every Christian on the face of the earth 
who thought they were about to lose it
I'm God's child, The Lord's Messenger 
and I am The Black Revolutionist
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