It’s crazy how much our bodies, our souls, and our minds hate being forced to do what they don’t want. Why does this love forcing us into slavery? Why are so many people content with it? They aren’t. They are just in denial. It’s too much pride, but the suffering is supposed to make that diminish. I don’t know. All I know is that my soul is reaching for something I cannot deny it. One Love. One God.
Who is this looking at me so ludicrous,
My mind is a jungle and my eyes uterus,
Birth a new vision yall can see truth exist,
Earn a few wishes I can be humorous,
Funny kind of humor but I be serious,
At times I see through hooligans,
Let me tell you dudes what I do to present this,
I write my own but I got dues to the bestest.
I got no time to be wasting with these cowards,
My rhymes will replace you, my mind is my power,
I’m at the top looking way too cold screaming out,
Hiii power, hiii power.