Flash of Light

Fuck a bitch and them bitch niggas displaying the hate
Fuck the heresy and the rumors speak the phrase to My face
But they ain't, cuz they not ready for a date with their fate
Don't need a weapon or protection, to have you erased
Deleted, your existence on this planet depleted
When you chose to conjure but neglected to banish your demons
I be the reason, women repeat this heavy breathing til their souls shiver
Plethora of the pleasure, with gifted essence that I deliver
In tune with that High Power, when I shower attendants with the
Sermons spoken directly to the Spirits of My Kindreds
Raise a fist to the sky and bow your head if you feel it
I got a hole within My heart nigga, Unconditional Love only can fill it
I used to roam the Earth cold as a blizzard
And then I encountered a Goddess in a world full of bitches
That gave Me the Strength to eliminate an Ego Demented
Hell bent on being surrounded by submissives and henchmen
Turned into an Omniscient mission to raise vibrations, spirits and conscious awareness in children
All praise and thanks to the Divine Creator
My apologies to the pain I caused and hopes or dreams that I ended
Wouldn't be a Man if I was wrong and didn't admit it
Imma fight for it, but will understand if you can't give forgiveness
Karma work like that and this the pain Imma live with
So instead of making you feel it, it's My responsibility to lift it

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Afterwork Day Dream

How it should be: "I'm back in this thang Baaaybuuh!!! Bring the Love!" *Wife & kids come greet you at the door, walk you to your meal and read you a report on their day while you eat, if granted permission, if you get home too late the children leave the written report and Wife reads to you or they are left next to the computer*

How it is, though: "I'm back up in this bitch, Mama come wit it"

*all you hear is crickets, house a mess, you gotta heat up your own food, bathroom messed up, because ya lonely ass gotta do it all on your own*

How it should be: "Yes, I got these days off, Imma take the kids to the park, play basketball, football til they tired and wore out, while the Queen sun bathe, then We ordering Pizza & Salad wraps and I'mma massage her feet til she go to sleep"

How it is though: "Yes, I got these days off, let Me make these phone calls"

*either nobody answers or everybody bluffin'*


How it should be: "What a wonderful calm night in the neighborhood, I think Imma chill outside and enjoy the breeze"
*people walk pass and speak*

How it is though: "Damn this a cool lil night to sit on the steps and think"

*girls walk around on they phones talkin' about you because you got work clothes on, dudes walk pass you and stare you down, this funky ass scent smell like dried yogurt and burnt hair messed up the breeze and here the police come asking do you live at your Own house and wanna run your name in the system to check for warrants"

How it should be: Beautiful
How it is though: Sad
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People Person

Come back to Me that's all I can say, but when she ask Me why? It's a puzzled look upon My face
Who's to say times will be different than the last, when the same promises were mentioned in the past
A gasp, reality hits, did you really think you'd make through life not givin' a shit,
Do you expect to have your way without a price to pay,
Were you banking on people to just put up with the shit you'd say?
In a way, no at all, often I'd wonder how it even got this far.
Actions speak louder than words, that's correct.
But I need to let you know how I feel, with all respect.
Due to the circumstances and current situation.
My life needs some adjustments, changes, a few replacements.
That smile you got, those beautiful lips, the control you expose when moving your hips.
That lovely hair, I love you from the inside out, no parts to neglect.
Everywhere I go they ask Me about you I leave, not physically but look in My eyes and you'll see
I'm not there, I'm else where, left My body shell there, soul searching with in Myself yea, trying to you back here.
I know that our love is meant to be, or perhaps it was and this it what it was meant to be, but it can't because this don't sit pretty with Me.
If it really was over both us would need be deceased, til death do us part that's the oath that We took, what if We died but still alive and the relationship shook.
Normally I have intense clarity, but on this subject, all is seen foggy, cloudy...but the Light is there.
To get back to it is another tale, that'll ponder while I chew these chips of kale.
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