Written by @Roots13ey™

Illustration by @coopAAA13

teal eyes of mine
have darkened in these times
sun gazing
internal fire blazing
the evil disapating
the hating
slowly fading, away
yes I'm talkin seeds of satan
the weeds to all creation
mass distinction erases treason
this shit comes in waves like every season
everything happens for a reason
that's why the wicked stay scheming
the righteous fulfilling they dreaming
balance
everybody got a talent
most use for malice and greed
a few bodies clean
trying to perfect they being
so they can trot
thru those doors
the heeded melanated moors
the honey coated cores
by the comb from the stores
walking the word
like living metaphors
trying to live some more
hashem works for those who work hard for themselves
i forsee our products on supermarket shelves
putting in back breaking work to get back that L
reversing spells
didn't make sense anyway
let the past disapate
flip the script to a nu page today
running thru this maze
knowledge of self is the rule to the game
lookout side yahself and yah might fall to your grave
and remain the same
pointing fingers and finding no blame
recycled over again n again
this applies to the lames
caught in a rat race to fame
while I'm in the cut private
far from violence and riots
I can't believe what beholds behind my eyelids
a chance to break free
let these ocean waves
wash away the pain
reborn anu
not a clogged stuffy nose labeled the flu
poetic verses I spew to you
listen to the ringing inside of you
and maybe you can see too

 
Illustration by @coopAAA13

Illustration by @coopAAA13

 
 
 

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