Don't Trip Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

Don't Trip



just let em know
when they label you with they psychology (cause they can't overstand you and plus they jealous and envious when they suppose to be paying attention to their own journeys crashing and i hope they got insurance too cause mourns and caskets or urns plus estate taxes and debts is not cheap and if you live then you feel me)
tell them they must be a dream and or fantasy
you got a Dynasty Fund to be build instead of a alter ego..
you feel me?
sow you gotta see me
cause psych means mind
logic means math
al means mystic
and log comes from a perfectly uncut piece of wood righ?
so what would you do with logs
mathematically
in your mindset given an applied word problem? solution
well if you own land
i would build log cabins
with a horse and buggy trail
to include an endurance testing bridle path
which marries any aspirant into their next level of stamina
everytime
competing against self as the last times could defy your future if you ain't a supreme racist like you suppose too
cause your journey is your spiritual path righ?
and plus im neither lethal or ruthless
as there is nothing biblical and dangerous about me
though let fear speak on their deflections as usual
and you betta bring your whole clique
cause my casket only drops once
while degrees get earned without no critics knowing
certifications get printed out
cause i spent 8 hours working and educating
and the other 8 improving and progressing and networking onground 90 percent and 10 percent
cause millions to billions of my Ancestors won't let me fail
and i don't know about anyone else but my lineages are real
and hope you are too as the indigenous ones who be factual and truth true
other than that you betta say your preyer on
and stay successful than be a fable folk
its not possible to unfreeze at point blank range
cause my posture stays upright
a royalty unheard-of and never scene clearly that's why we laugh at they chartalism
cause we be about Oneness
spiritually
striking quick upon needless obstacles as they fall obsolete
just the mamba in me you see
nah and never can or will you see me in the seas
as my human body rest for 8 hours
completely 3/8ths as a Ruler cause no fool will ever stress mine
nothing but another level after defeating another level
gaining trades and skills plus experiences and land deeds (see i been had greed out my mix and you too can gain step by step instead of being scandalous be selfless with dat honor checking your own integrity spiritually couraged cause cowards never learn and neither do bustas and tricks)
food water shelter bee my basics
business economics education bee my advancement and im like never ignorant getting goals accomplished go (echoing) ....

Sunday, June 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: real life,real success
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its like from the faucet to the elbow 90 degrees please with copper a 1/2 inch od cause the valve has to be a 1/2 inch id....
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