oh i wouldn't trip
on no human being
cause that body gotsa go
righ
yet if you a Soul
like me you see
you live in the mindsets
to the canvasses painted
inside the logographic calligraphy martial arting
formation by formation
with no regrets or sorrows
cause some come equipped with they emotions
but i comes liver with my emotions
str8 electricity
kicking out enough to seize
and tah make em pause
blowing off all draws
ain't that righ?
well all rite
cause in they wars
young to middle age caucasian men blows they brains out
in the john portables
receiving roman medals for bravery
while them others get the friendly fire
if you swear the blackness arise out you from mapping
back....
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