Aiyo...Figured I Would Go Off Yours...Hope Your Not Mad, Just Liked Ya Shit..

But Still I Continue, To Perserve More Herbs For This Life Journey I'm Traveling..
Mind-Ports Unraveling, With More Spored-Speers The Size Of Olympic Javelins..
Pray To God, I Keep Asking Him, How Much Longer Before You Send Me Signs..
Messages Threw Rhymes, Delievering Powerful Concepts Threw My Intellectual Mind..
But Still I Find, No Matter The Internal-Conflicts I Seem To Struggle With Inside..
External Emotions I Can't Hide, Fighting With Fury-Vision, Implieing That I'm Blind..
God-Gifted, With The Presence Of Life, With This Conflict I Was Blessed and Givin..
The Dead I've Risin, With Metaphorical Mission Wrapped With Visions That I'm Livin..

~R~

*Definitly Should Make A Collab On Audio With This...When I Get My Mic....Definitly Feeling Dis....We Can Make Mad Hit Off Dis Shit..*