"Practices of a 'Black Man', Hood Shit drowns in This religion" (Poem)
All these swear words and cussin bussin fussin all this bullshit/ Dip ya head in water get some bread meet me at the pulpit/ Blood of Jesus drowning, Muslim Islam i condone it Microphone i control from the hood, I am potent. In Mo's boats hoes and everything that the mainstream leaks into you. The loudest ones that talk that tough shit dude has never met a criminal. A real gangsta is either dead or jail or sleeping in heaven or hell i carry both afterlife's as my story entails. Zeitgeists and Zionist..i throw words out as if they were activists...they do something for the people listening, I'm 24 with a Bachelors of Science no need to prove nothing to you.. ...unless it confides with me doing something to you i'm a good kidd with religious beliefs my crews are amusing. But I'm Esoteric, ergh eghm MR ESOTERIC.. with a costs to pay my dues, cause I'm paying back merit. To the motherland in sand i spend it on spirits, these anarch coins and Ankhs are Egyptian like, I'm also Native, Cleopatra ain't get the picture... If Mona Lisa had an image then i was built in the image of a Saint with no white clothing or spray paint to paint signs on walls to defend it. When i say people ain't ready that's a sign of my slick shit, I was raised around mental slaves, who enraged the days of my early penman. Stop sinning i never believed in it My Quran will beat the bible over the head like a true kinsman, and pray that the book of Genesis is left, to build stones on top of it to show you that the beginning is heavy where it's kept and the end is truly death. I judge those that rap about killing one another ...it's not safe to be around, so once you drown finding an olive branch your threats are as quiet as where they're kept... shhhhhhh!!.... die in a depth of diamonds My jewelry is a mixture of all what we worked for My alliance is the threat, with my people my silence is obsessed with my left brained pieces of information im retiring from my workforce, until i get on stage and Per-Form... If you cry about change and talk about money, ...LOL @ these fant ass niggas..I'ma get a purse for em... Moralz