The Rising Of The Rejected

Each day is a gift 

Tomorrow isn’t promised 

If today was your last day in this murky land covered with thick darkness ; no order , but where sempiternal horror dwells.

Have you left no stone unturned even when you’ve got cold feet ?

We are all here for a reason on a particular path

You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re a path of the math 

Sometimes the head says you’re delirious but the worth of being alive is worth fighting for 

Expose your soul to opportunities … Stay ready 

For having a thin Liberty is way better than being a fat slave .

We aren’t just individuals 

We are trichotomy;

We are spirits,

We possess souls and we live in bodies 

We are spiritual ..

We get our hymns from God. It’s not us, it’s he that’s lyrical .

We are not miracles 

We are not mistakes 

We are heaven sent instruments 

Our rhythmatic regiments navigates melodic notes for our souls & mental.

We are instrumental, vibrating is what we are into .

Yeah we need our loot by rent day but that ain’t what gives us the heart of kunta kinte .

We just can’t stop

Stay hot 

Stay fueled with determination , dedication , motivation ..

It’s never too late to shoot for the stars regardless of who you’re 

Yes I’m talking to you of my many inspirations 

You can’t let yourself down 

Make a mark by mending a broken heart

And if you slipped off the side & clinch on to your life 

In my grip I would never let you down

Let it be known that God’s penmanship has been signed with the language he called love .

Let the deaf feel your breath  and these words be heard & confined to the ears of the blind 

Dream in color & rhyme because you’re one of a kind in a full house 

So do whatever it takes the hands of time are never on your side 

It should be understood that whenever you open your heart , your soul or your mouth a touch of God reigns out ..

There is no more story.

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