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			 Rastafari Walk Tall 
			
		
			
				
			
			
			
				 
				
				
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				Road to Riches
			 
			 
			
		
		IP: 
 
  		
		
		Road To Riches 
 
From the deepest abyss, I will arise as a holy unstoppable force 
Ascend to the promsie lands afar, along the untravelled course 
The paths will be rough, and they will test my will and character 
If I stand fast, I know nothing can change who I am, Who I be 
From every direction i will be tempted by temptations constantly 
Thus daily, I will kneel before an alter and kneel and pray humbily 
So the devils of the industry, can witness that God's protecting me 
And recognise his overwhelming power is following my epic rise 
Blessing me, ensuring that these demons do not instigate my demise 
Because when your back turns, friends will gaze on you with envious eyes 
Jealousy is a raw emotion, and it can lead to actions most unwise 
However, I know that I can forever rely on my blood family 
I know that they will rally,when war erupts around me sparadically 
I swear, on the moon, the stars and the gentle yet powerful oceans 
If success shakes hands with me, I'll reward those who have shown devotion 
Those who have stood with me side by side, through times of comotion 
Reacted to a reaction of force against me, like newtons third law of motion 
Been  a true friend, not simply using me as a platform for their promotion 
I write the first eighteen lines of this poem making crucial assumptions 
That I will complete my jouney, and not get lost at a junction 
That I will attain my goals and not fail but persist in mental consumption 
That my rhymes stay fluid yet tight and my brain does not malfunction 
So in this verse, I do pledge to hope and never give up 
To never rest or dwindle till the finest french champagnes fill my cup 
And I can walk down stairs into a basement filled with ancient treasures 
To attain all this, I vow never to resort to drastic measures 
Live a life filled with expensive pleasures, a life of simple leisures 
The road will have snakes, and money hungry, back-stabbing bitches 
So I must be weary of the evils residing and living on my road to riches 
 
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