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Lion


I am no expert in anything but here is what I believe in.

Writing with faith, is the truth, the path and the life of your soul.

 I know my lies, for I know my hells, looking at my heavens, I know of my faith,

Watching my wrongs, have a right to judge my rights, responsibility to act responsible

 I am aware of the storm, walking with pride on these soils,

 Hope you don’t mind my blind spot, I am a Lion in this kingdom,

 The air I breathe knows my wisdom, the grass I march on knows my sweat,

These rivers know my thirst and these trees shade my darkness.

Crowned by rainy clouds my thoughts are always wet,

I speak the language of gods, sorry if you don’t relate, too unique,

Only inferno weirdos will relate, too classic, royalty is my veins.

My heart plays music to the rhymes in my head,

Soothing sounds of the wind spoils the ghetto inside me.

 

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