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My inner cries seem to flood inner cities

Drowning the dreams of a poverty teen

As my Moms washes her hands with me

An orphan on the rich streets of pestilence

The poison from the pavement penetrates my potential

And now my mind-state is detrimental to the state of minds Ive seemed to influence over the heads of time

They say what goes around comes around

Eagerly anticipating my karma

Walking the streets of see-through-warnings

But I can't seem to see over the shoulders of patient mornings

Preachers mourning my soul

Prophesying the death of my body just increase their salary

Not looking beneath their incomplete painting of judgment to see that my skin is an art gallery

I'm a collage God has painted to walk the grounds of misconception

Doubt not your perception

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

So those who behold me not,

Or behold me for what I've got

Just don't know me

Look over your shoulder and see me in God's image

Recognize the God in me

The rebirth of Adam to Eve in the form in which he was meant to be to her

Walking on the waters of Jesus' tears like the resurrection of

Peter

Life has taken me under its wings & dropped me off in its last days

Where the ways of man out-stands the ways of mind

And the hands of men are powerless to the hands of time

In which pounds on the frames of mind

The frames of hers and his

And my mind frame is to give subtilty to the simple through

Prophetic poetry

Like the Proverbs of Solomon

The son of David

The King of Israel

Like Michael, the archangel, with the devil I contend

Disputing not the body of Moses,

But the body of Men

Baptized in the body of sin

Their imperfections are my perfection

They're the Judas to Jesus

Within me is John the servant

Revelations are foretold through my reflection

Through my perception, the oral eye of the world deceives

Micro-ception

A world conceived of Jude's

The brethren of James

Sanctified by Godly fire, and preserved in flames

I am your Black man to every Black woman

The actual slaying to Able from brethren Cane

The next door neighbor of fornication in the city of Sodom & Gomorrah

I am more than your average sinner

The Genesis to even the beginning of the ending

The poetry of the first epistle of Paul, the Apostle, to the Corinthians

I am the Romans

I am the Hebrews

I am the Acts of John, Luke, Mark, & Matthew

I am the Judges

The Kings

Even the Philippians

The editor of the 1st and 2nd Chronicles

Co-writer of the epistle to the Ephesians

I am the vision in the eyes of a blind man

The mind of a wise man

Advising time & intellect

The dissecting of thoughts

I brought tears to the eye of a storm, and enslaved the

Wind's song beneath my tongue

And hummed the Song of Solomon in cords of images

I am Exodus

The imagination of Pharaoh's fears when Moses begot God's children from Israel

I am the Israelite that shines down on the path of

Righteousness

The contents of the Old & New Testaments

Which concept is to conceive covetousness

Confess that of thou to thee in thy name,

And see me in physical form

Absent of sworn blasphemy & shame

I came from an old Psalm kissed upon the palm of new life

Breathing prophesies of the Messiah fulfilled in Christ

Contrived cities of this new era

The seven thunders have sounded

Babylon has fallen

My ungodly people are on the run from the travailing woman

In this world traveling is a must

The wind has sung

The sun has cried

The moon has spilled its sacrificial blood onto this unjust world

And they curse me when they're nothing but a curse themselves

While some of us are hell bound

Hell's bound to find the rest of us if we don't undress these

Sins and begin to reveal our pure nakedness

Bless not the child in denial of in need of blessing

But that's the child who needs blessing the most

They just can't cope with me

Too many memories of memorials

Editorial sympathy, but they never even knew the deceased

Believe it when it was written

The darker you are the more concrete your problems

I bottled my tears & quenched the thirst of an alcoholic

Impairing his sins

And then I begin to write my soul in stone with the blood of

An orphaned fiend

And now truth is addictive to a million teens

A million minds divided by a million times, equals a million

Times the minds of a million men marching to freedom

But somewhere they took a wrong turn to Washington DC

Now watch as they don't see what I saw two lifetimes ago

When minds weren't infected by money

And money weren't addictive to minds

I think they called that time never...

Never have I seen better times than this,

And bliss still doesn't exist

A world resisted by the righteous, & insisted by the contrived

I died before millions to be reborn sinless

Yet my rebirth only brought me less of sins

I've eavesdropped on men plotting to destroy Heaven's skies

They sent their Sun after the daughter

And now her heart beats sun-rays of pain

And her cries are pouring rain, falling upon the grounds like stolen stars - shattering the grounds like Broken earthquakes

And her mistake was falling in love in the first place

The first sin after my rebirth

And now the Sun is a curse to a thousand daughters to come

Forthcoming is my second death

Blessed with the wealth to bless those unhealthy & unjust

Just kiss thy lips and drink from the water of life

And live a thousand years among the King of Kings

And wife the son of a man who shall bring peace & equality to this land

I over stood the understanding that no man could stand on water

I walked oceans & drank from the Nile

While my breath froze waves

Creating diamonds and crystals from liquid kisses placed upon rivers

Today is the day tomorrow bewedded yesterday in Holy

Matrimony

Reuniting distant skies with last night's testimony from the

Book of Deuteronomy

The King James version

Translated in project gibberish

Not to be biased to all my niggas

Through wise words they figure

I'm the news broadcast of an outcast, casting stones at the

Two wise men standing outside of New Jerusalem

And who are you to judge me when the gravel is not in your possession?

Obsessed with sex as a weapon

Killing daughters of Goddesses

Fore-playing with their soul's progression

Venomously infecting God's process of their spiritual affection

Correction!

I co-wrote the rewritten testaments of a project kid's tribulations

Paraphrasing parables preached by Prophets,

Narrating the life story of my second childhood

Would he who is without sin cast the first stone at thy flesh?

Mind blessed with wise words to pierce the ears of the world

And those who shall not behold, beheld in contempt

For he who attempts to tempt those content, with the intent to imprint his distorted sins upon righteous men shall not be exempted

Nor anointed

But appointed to the ways of this new age

Plagued with pestilence

False resolutions & testaments

Poverty residences neglected by the wealthy

Feminine famine physically poisoning the minds of mental men

Sentimental sin savored in ghetto slums

A world where the dumb gets dumber,

And the wise dies slowly before the eyes of the poorly

While the rich get as wealthy

Preying on the weakness of the unhealthy

Tenement row houses

Project high rises

Where the sun never shines in the eyes of a nigga that has no mind

A trigger that has no heart gun-smoke chokes imaginations

And Ebonics the fundamentals of conversation in the gutter

Each word spoken spreads like vitamin E rich cocoa-butter

Healing scars on colored skin

Pealing within the complexion of the wind

Soon sin will be the ways of the world

And this is written,

1:17 Proverbs:

"Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird..."





Tha Prodigal One...