Sykomen's Routine To Romans Fourteen Poem by Lyfe Tymme

The soil that germinates the seeds is nourishing
The seeds that brought forth is cherishing
The weed that occupies this plantation breeds moment of astonishing
The feel derived from these greens ends in no finishing

It heals the ills
And pays the bills
Takes you ahead valleys 'n' hills
Discrepancies between real chills 'n' pills
Drives you through sophistry 'n' illusions
Calms your state in d mind territory of confusion
Praises 'n' worships to its creator, even without ablution
Sykomen's routine to Romans fourteen is a recitation

For the great mind-it was written and signed
Let alone whoever is blind; salvation will never be rewind
Pink lips turns brown
Right colour is been found
Blaze in my hands to fetch thy head; the crown
Smile in my heart to shadow thy face; filled with frown

Fried dried vegetable rapped in white palatable
Discussing righteousness round the table
Fable soul turns able
Normalize to stimulates the sense of the disable

Reasons that cuts through difficulties faster than shape blades
Self-esteem ameliorates involving higH-grades
Don't get it twisted like its braids
Memories can be led to fades without aids

Sykomen's bulletin from Romans fourteen.