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What's The Purpose?


Acting like you caught up in the game

You’re so vain

It’s a shame,

You can’t even maintain

Your rep. has been stained

You try to act deep but

You still sound shallow

Full of big talk but

Your words are so hollow

The pestilence of ignorance

Instilled in your mind sense

Envious of infamy, but your life ain’t tense

Try to keep it real but

You don’t know the deal

I do what I say,

Say what I mean

Yet…you think there’s something wrong with me?

It’s a different story for you

You don’t know who I am

Or what I been through

 

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I write because I feel. I feel because I think about where we are today, where we've many times before, and where aim for many tomorrows. To say I'm content would be an overstatement. To say I'm grateful would be an understatement. I'm seeking collective liberation through a medium in which I have yet to fully explore. I desire harmonic convergence for YahWeh's kingdom in this life and beyond.

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