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I think. I think of, poetry; as I think what's more to me. as I fill my mind, sometimes I think remorsefully. artfully, imperfectly, I speak; as I seek the mortal me. pardon me, part of me be GOD; the other part, GOD awfully. coffee me, please, to wake up. I stay up, increasingly. seemingly I've awakened, just to feel more sleepy. I'm tired. uninspired. these folks don't think too deeply. I'm between starting riots, and let 'em be slaves peacefully. these scriptures and beats, for real, is all that's keeping me. well, that, and how my kids may see me. will I even walk free, or will I walk unevenly. even me, think money and think that's all I need, G; to feel more freely, to live more easily, to do more simply, to be more righteously. as I'm covered in light, as I try to do right, as I try to think twice, before I pick out my fights. and as I look at my GOD, Et look darker than nights, still the brightest of brights; Et look like me, aiight. I don't believe in white jesus, I pieced the each of my pieces, I put to cease with the leastest, I came to peace with my thesis; if that's all it'll take, for my GOD to take my breath away, I say peace; but please have mercy. my GOD, please have mercy. oh GOD, please have mercy on me ...
