Please teach me
Or don’t teach me
Looking around like these dudes don’t please me
I NEED ME
One of one
One over the gun
The trenches is where the alarms just rung
Ring the alarm
I’m causing no harm
They keep wanting to stab me in the arm
Ring the alarm
The people have been warned
That chick don’t play nice
It ain’t about rolling the dice
Stop playing with life
Never expect to be blessed
When you failing the ultimate test
Give life , bring life, don’t take life.
Be merciful , not hurtful .
And watch what befalls you.
Namaste applauses you.
<3 <3 <3
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A lot of wisdom to be absorbed here, thanks for sharing!