I got my chips up, tucked away, cutting cake, stacking bread, If it weren’t my mental state, the hustle made it happen then. All the mouse chattering, I don’t hear a word they said If they’re hating, let them hate. Call that hate encouragement. They don’t put food on my plate, they don’t pay for nourishments, So I can’t worry about what they say, I wounder why they worry then. Bout I have been making moves where I’m about to take it, too They putting no faith in me, that’s why I put my faith in truth. Stated truth, shoot them straight, drop-in bags, losing weight, Lining up all my chakras so that my body rejuvenate. Allow me to elucidate energy flow illuminate All about that surrounding me, that’s how w-we communicate. That’s true, hates in human tray, scream at me and my mood will change, To believe these illusions making my dreaming shift to illucid state I meditate, leaning back, beating me so I’m beating back. See the future, I see the past, meet the truth and my people plashed.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 04:54:14 +0000
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