I captured the roaring lion, and domesticated it. It was still roaring... I guess to show contempt, or to show its confusion for glory. This time, the fire inside of him displayed a different light. It exposed his personal meaning of oppression, treason, and civil disobedience. But the roaring of a lion cant be civil right? Wrong...it classified some sort of organized freedom. I never knew that a fiery roar could be so subtle. Our eyes met on a daily basis, and we were careful not to insult each others intelligence. His intelligence supported dominance, and survival. He survived off instincts. Mine leveled the playing field, and completed the cycles. I was guided by the Angel Michael... Both gifts were God-given... At the time, neither of us knew. The nature of the roaring lion demanded that he NEVER knew. My nature???...well lets just say that I had to study. We both searched through this confusion looking for some type of religion...some type of vision. We both needed discipline. Instead we found a way of life that was not so traditional. It demanded our complete attention, and would get it one way or the other. We laughed at the math, and was returned to the masses in Babylon. Thats when we knew we had hit rock bottom, and had to somehow surface. We knew we had purpose. With this fierce beast on my team, I wanted to clean up the hood like Pelo, who signed some laws that the Vegas decided to veto. After that, me and the roaring lion split like Goodie Mob and Celo. Suddenly I realized that this roaring lion was my ego. SALAAM...
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 03:33:16 +0000
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