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A WORD TO MY STREETS

MY STREETS

By Desmond OzenPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 2 min read

Mind manipulation in this nation.

My foundation gets stronger through graduation.

Fear of my strength, they trying to control me through probation!

They trying to give time to the creation, saying I need a vacation.

Locations vary through out Georgia, like long distance relations.

Modern day slavery in the judicial system, The plantation!

They want me to lack the information.

They want me blind to liberation.

But the moves I make keep em' scared, they cant stand my vibration.

They want to keep me scared.

They want me quiet.

Now everything a citation!

That's why I share my God given knowledge to my kind.

Like music in rotation.

My mutation from a boy to a man, deserves an ovation.

Since incubation I learned to fight as a youth through tribulations!

Being exposed to radiation made me a monster in my meditation,

With a fascination for staying higher than my crew learning aviation.

Dedication helped me get in were I fit like lubrication!

I'm head strong , mind, body an soul like fabrication.

My life's an application waiting to be filled out with intoxication.

They want an altercation, they wanna take from me, they call it confiscation.

But my congregations strongly waiting on me like revelations.

Positive minds working together defines me in the compilation.

I'm the light in a world of bad situations!

My constellation, is like the Sun, its out of your reach in isolation.

Obama an the legislation should of had my ideas in circulation.

Like the Emancipation Proclamation with a twist no regulations!

My simulations unheard of , when I'm moving through formations.

I got a stimulation for change

that will surely move the population.

My affirmations don't change , they patiently wait for

confirmation!

My transformation keeps changing , as I absorb more information.

An explanation for how I am, do you need interpretation.

Failures resignation gets closer as I emerge with combinations!

I'm uncontrollable like aids , you scared , no vaccination.

My occupations vary like Christmas decorations.

Synchronized methods is what I use to come up with my calibration!

With the speed of sound, I ran through competition leaving lacerations.

My operation will have you back pedaling like Mexican immigration!

I know inspiration is needed and you're tired perspiration.

And concertation's hard to get when dealing with frustration!

Conversation , I know that's all you need , not confrontation.

You know I come like the plague and you're scared of infestation.

I'm captivating, renovating your life is motivation!

My relaxation comes when there is no need for investigation.

Your humiliation, is food to my soul like classification.

That you get when there's first impression, then elimination!

My need for speed is so hard to handle, acceleration.

The manifestation of myself keeps going CONTINUATION!

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