🔑The Exhale Breathing Exercises Pt.1.1

🔑 The Exhale, 

Breathing Exercises. Pt. 1.1

There I am once again wanted, on the run again,on my marathon,a path I sprint on barefoot ,with thorns spread all across the concrete, in my competitive nature of me vs me. 

Even then and now, I'm tiresome,I want to travel  amongst these stars,the stars that are destined for me to reach, I speak of passionately  to provide and maintain my sense of inspiration.

Where will all lead ,I can say I'm unsure and filled with uncertainty,even now it's at its highest peak,to feel incomplete is an understatement. 

With confidence I can say I   prevailed ,throughout all kinds of hatred, fraudulent,make shift circumstances these methods where we are aware of that can be considered ancient,but we lose the acquired knowledge to maneuver time and time.

 In the teachings. I would speak to my conscious, stern but  heartfelt lectures as an adolescence although applied, with honesty,I haven't quite got the hook,but I'm hesitant to take the bait, I was warned about when these times arises and came about.

Memories of those who spoke to be real in ending result grew to show me they were fake. I had to push away, especially when my life was at stake. 

Still learning to master the art to fish, still learning to eat for the days ahead I'm steady in a mode of preparation.

Always finding myself enlightened due to further education.

I may "freestyle", in my ways of creative writing,and I say that loosely, because primarily rhythm and poetry always held essential parts of me. 

Mind,& Spirit Vividly.

 I'm staying focused on the sight before me. Having complete clear thoughts to construct in my truest craft formulating, provoking positivity that is within me.

I sense the activations of my anger in which what makes me tick.. tick...tick, the sound of movement of my life clock,firm in stance with an ambitious fire in eyes. 

What could be though of as a  lost stare of this motivated soul in it's making,witness it's flicker, visions of the clearest picture, like the blue heavenly skies I dream of when my demise is met,and yet still invested with an immense sense of life, and brought to strength from on going lessons of survival my most relevant and consistent of test.

 In my heart,I know this and I go full throttle to oppose the negativity that seems to follow. 

The heartache has to be worth it, the strain on the brain, had to make something of which was nothing.

I could count on how many occasions in which I felt as such... Nothing...the simple 

 ideology of a cup which is not filled.

Nothing To Inspire.... 

Nothing to keep me motivated in the strongest currents of the relentless storm.  

Purpose, : what is to be of what is and all I have in return is my frustrations to offer, inadequate coins to barter. 

Living in the nights, knowing the spirits watching over can see the sorrows in my heavy breathes of depression in moments,where I could care less of what to expect I'm courageous and in the sun rise I shall be lead,to my own designed success.

To always be in though of the wise perspective, taking part from a collection. 

9/4/26

11:51AM

I Was Told , So It Was Told. " In Actuality" My Reply ✍🏾

I Was Told , So It Was Told. " In Actuality" My Reply ✍🏾💭

I was told of the beauty life holds, and came face to face with the atrocities, the knowing  it can be a task don't wanna be a sponsor of hypocrisy,unfortunately in my mind it seems I only pay attention to what may trouble me.

 My reactions towards,the narratives and negativity set upon me.

The heavens know and feel it is more that I seek.

In that moment, I conquer it the anguish ,and remain in a state of peace,for I know better days are in the scene.

More to this life,more to these dreams, ignoring the treachery of the obscene, in these words 

 I vow to keep,as I lay down each night to sleep and rest the tensions of previous day, investments to keep. Leading me to my visions of the sincereest artistic creativities,which originate from me. 

Could this be the  righteous creator agenda for me is everlasting fighting neferious though patterns.yet in the physical to make use of the arts in defense, against body and matter.

 Refraining from being my own worst enemy.Most of the stress,is due to thinking consistently of corrections, in states of trail and error,steady firmly planted on these battlefields courageous towards the terrors.

Reflecting,holding up the mirrors, as if the weight of my reality will crush my willpower so cautious for I don't want it to shatter,my clearest views of what is of my fate. The Inspiration. The lessons learned,from the trust of give and take.

Additions and Subtractions,these are the walks of man. In which,strength and intelligence are tested. With that for it was told this life concentrate to make the best of it....

9-9-26

7:45am 

What's It's Worth?? NH Am I Gonna Make It Inspired Pr.2

  What's It's Worth? NH Am I Gonna Make it Inspired. Pt,2

For what is worth,my blood is within these streets of concrete.

This is what made,when the rose submerges, through uncertainty not knowing it's own strength at all degrees.

These secrets of success to be told,forever to be bold,

Prayes to never be frozen,in the midst the artistic intentions which flows freely did I mention,with the grief built within trickery mix with sin things that of which is compromised to make me meet my end.

Was taught and raises to only operate with next of kin, circle tight protective  in the chaos,always meant to cut loose ends, It seems I always notice those that want to see me fall and their sinister grins.

The eginma of it ,all these ambitions stand tall,from damaged done had to crawl then walk,now I'm in motion moving within this Marathon🏁 disobeying the evils, being more competent,higher education wonders.

Lost loves ones now ancestors,and they speak to me in multiple ways,taken each sign into consideration giving me courage to walk amongst the flames,eternalizing the rules of the game,with my head up to the skies in day and eyes locked on to the cosmos at night.

Steady wished for heaven in paradise in my most critical of times,and I remain humble and greaful in silence, because memories of prevailing throughout obstacles.were consistent in the struggles to make ends meet to  feel complete,match my own energy competing with myself in reach to better self holding on firmly to integrity.making a course of action to continue to believe.

11:05am
3-11-26

Ignorance In Fatal Misconceptions

 

 Black men filled with rage as to be told or labeled product of the environment canceling out what environmental truma creates. 

  Always in the midst of trying against the grain. In all a promise to be stable and sane is the goal still remains for for minorites to obtain no gain.

  Call us delusional violent, be within mind wondering the thoughts of a people who continue to be  oppressed. 

 Consideration of what has transpired in that individuals life of those who encounter with what seem to situate means of great defeat. 

 Complexities is what you see land of the free,many more grievances to accept none the less. Poverty has been persistent even before the pandemic and search of new elects no home the heart lacks. Compassion is what lacked, isn't that quite obvious then crime rates accelerate when the youth depend on their guardians who brought them into this world to provide them a plate.the wrath of hunger when compromising seem fate.

 

 We pray,we march heavy hearted knowing we want more to come from the destruction that has started. More situations some situations left trying to cope losing their dearly departed. 

 An appreciation for lawlessness they say,I can't even imagine the type of other untruths they convey.

 Every statement is a subliminal, and that to say every statement is a perceived analogy regardless of awareness of illness.

 They proof within in myself,to not only prove to others. That the whole intention erased. 

 Sorrounded by a bunch of criticism, tiresome energy that can't handle when I digest what was prepared for me under any harsh pretences. 

 Every thought provoking messages not surprised misconstrued not only that lost its direction in the struggle to maintain, physical, mental,and spiritual ressurection.

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To the Point,but Elborate

 Shedding my skin, the ideology of what is to come some assume the end. Finalizing our fates, when we all witness the evil arises before eyes time after time waiting for change. What evil some say? That is when I truly can ignore the ignorance of men and women as I isolate myself from the cruelties of the world.

 What's your username, tag me in this picture how many followers do you have? Where's your location? The world is so social to the point, they end up trying to overshine each other instead of expressing their passions, similarities, and creativity. Now what has become enjoyable and entertainment over the years might leave you feeling so much, mainly because of animosity.

 Validation found in binary a combination of numbers many won't equate to anything but currency in all that's the motivation, anything else is a lie, those who seek answers still baffled by the dishonesty they invest so much in attempts to win over our hearts, in all I just want to part from the gloominess of societies aura, in the end, who is that in a position of power to sincerely care for us and continue to the deplete the resources of this stolen land.

 Do we have any sense of privacy, life to be lived freely we have eyes but remain blind, and or I chose to separate myself from those who can't find it to care, wondering why individuals like us repeatedly saying they don't care about us not paying attention to the fact there was never a sense of trust throughout time.

 "Why is the corrupted and rich trying "to kill me,"   this evil that even those with power choose to do nothing trillion-dollar deficits unemployment rapidness ridiculous circumstances of homelessness.

 Leaders through history who wanted better for the world and their society go missing or are killed brutally, viciously, and violently.

That alone seems so appalling may be in the eyes of many who disagree completely deem untrue. Maybe even puzzled by others, when enlightenment gets confused with self-hatred.

In actuality everything out of context, and not represented properly. Why stand for righteousness when people look for mockery, anything to separate them from the true character one is thought to possess.

Histories of the stress showing on our faces, throughout centuries and yet I'm amused, no longer surprised but taking action when if to do so domestic terrorism is the label, while I'm fed more promises as they act in nature as if they are above the laws of nature, which includes humanity in whole no resolutions for the lack of responsibilities that YOU supposed to uphold. 

Thoughts of what to expect after the soul has left the vessel. Any mind that wants to see true change wants to know when that's their children's children at least have a chance and won't have to suffer from past world mistakes.

You See What I See?

December 13,2019 

9:59pm 

 In the reign of the night taking everything in stride. Coping with all the adversities facing all the atrocities standing before the faith that looses life. 

 Lack of life due to being drained consistently of it's fundamental essence. The epitome of its energy still roaming yet restless.

 Sickness clouts the minds of the youth, But do some comprehend the emotions and misfortunes this next generation has to battle within or does selfish pride and ignorance make them oblivious. 

All changes before our eyes yet still alive and thriving is greed,racism and geocide. What has benefited the corrupted will in time cease my existences. Thirteen percent of the population please check the statistics. Reaching for glory in the universe modified and designed for failure it's a must to be persistent wishing the right star could release us from this prison.

From which it stems, confederacies and supremacies hell bent on the vision of the end of "Me." Jealous for the fact Im comfortable in my skin,but imatation is the highest form of flattery. The mind maunvers sonically with edcuation that was meant to be hidden from "Me." No offense but presumably if our complexions match then maybe you'll see truth in what speak.

 Humans growing weary,cause  I know that our mothers and fathers era contained morals lost principles that would be essential to the future if regained.

 Contemplating of blessings in its purest forms, You would assume what honorable leaders think about. But society,is survival of the fittest the blood on this cotton can't be white washed out.

 Wishing these tactics passed on will show me light so that I can master it for myself.  Garnering more teachings on. Reaching new altitudes, till one with the sun and moon 

 Seen the darkest of circumstances waiting for the sun's warmth to.

 Awaken me as well rise my devotion to face this world, knowing that it's doesn't deserve the heart. 

Various obstacles, road blocks ment to test the courageous maybe to have their named cemented in time for ages. 

Can't let the neferious manipulate the mind no advances successful like they make it for geuine souls. It has to be stressful, throns sorround the 🌹who else will protect you but you.

- I.N.F.E.R.N.O.

A Letter For Akasha

 Your anguish inside only created notions to protect your soul against your foes. As I seen your growth throughout the years our friendship transformed and for your loyalty I pray that you see blue skies and the stars continue to shine evermore guiding you through the darkest nights. Even when you feel fright I will be your might, your incentive to prevail all obstacles even if it comes to where I have to have weapons in hand and lay down any man that defy your grace let this be know they will embrace all my levels of venom to hell is where I'll send them.

  The intelligence you posses drives your spirit longing for a exceptional life inspires me to strive  towards higher magnitudes side by side with my blood I can never envision us to lose.  I reminisce smiling witnessing you fall in love all over again being blessed with a beautiful son in these strenuous times eliminating the wicked intentions brought towards you remaining divine with a genuine benevolence no one could ever deny.

 Through it all my loyalty will be here in any moment of urgency,maybe just then the agony will disappear briefly and possibly permanently go astray. Im truly grateful for the companionship we share cause at times I felt like picking up a nine loading it with bullets and expanded my mind you gave me words to comfort my corrupted soul putting my aggression at ease. Always delivering confidence within in me so for you I will do that very same for eternity.

  With that invested inside my heart will carry you on throughout the hardships that plague your mind.  The angels know above that we struggle living and fighting off demons that lurk behind every turning corner.  I know its difficult to go on but keep in mind through these times of war that you live for your growing solider and continue to nurture him so that he will be able to defend the honor of his mother and him self.  

 This is the significance that will always be felt when you breath he breaths and the love given to him will make him reach high for the sun to always know peace within for his mother. Through him you live on and his legacy will become to bless his generation of a new breed of honorable men. When the sons of the mothers become men the teachings will only deliver strength a respect to where he knows the importance of women like you. That seems to have the odds against her but in return knowing the love for her child these ambitions in the soul to succeed always managed to pull through.

Dedicated to Akasha & Malachi

Seeing Through A Souls Reflections...

 When the smoke clears my eyes still remain with the burning agony from the frustration and tears. Struggling to find a means to survive being haunted for the mistakes that won't let me rest in the rain. I had pure ambition to embrace wealth in enormous amounts not knowing how I was going to obtain that lavish life.Had to wake up and embrace reality and do away with childish dreams cause the reality is Im in a losing battle trying not to be a extreme fatality.

 Keeping afloat with so many devilish intentions within pondering on the fact if I have to commit to sin.My sister in my heart  telling to me fight violently against the temptations of being weak. While my mother steady in my mind guiding me through the aggression. I feel my destiny is a overwhelming darkness  cause I was once blinded by uneducated fools, I just want to go astray. My father pulling me from detrimental situations when hell came to write off my death certificate he replaced his replaced my name with his upon the contract. So Im truly grateful, so I struggle in my attempts to find a beautiful way to compensate my loves ones back..

  No drive to be political cause the color of my skin doesn't shape well with society and everyday I have to find different ways to calm the ferocity face to face with the individuals with two faces changing places seeking to feed off my hatred. I feel the firm grasp of lucifer upon my soul. When I speak of the devil I'm not referring to this man made creation brought forth throughout generations to control a people with frivolous uncensored lies.

 And then when my faith is depleted what other outlet can I approach trying to seek a place where my mental can be clear. A moment to destroy all my fears for I have longed for silence as I'm surrounded by stares cause I have become so cold within what do they except when your living in a life where every where you turn misfortune is awaking always on time and never in a moments rest.

Focus on Structure

A posture to prevail over chaos is what I pray to embrace. A new day to use the embedded hatred within, that was invested in the passing years will soon make every difficult circumstance every so clear. Reunited with the love and guidance given from my former teachers that programmed in my mind to stay astray from the corrupted preachers.

Every learning experience doesn't hold a positive appearance reaching forward knowing that the hands of time are not on my side with a dying motivation inside. I have herd the cries of the defeated sensed the failure of the misleaded I pledge aligence to my spirit and for this reason the battle cry I unleash makes all demons flee it.

Walking amongst the vivid stars soaring beyond and far above the dececption I came across that overwhelmed me. I was blinded feeling deeply that my soul was lost while engaging in evil situations,little did I know that patiences was a key attribute maintaining my meditation contemplating on ways to utilize truth I'm faced with.

Awake

I was told to dream and reach for the stars but no longer does this ambition exists, how can I create when I'm trapped in this sorrow filled abyss nothing but darker encounters at every corner keeping my faith even though inside I feel like I'm a goner. So many emotions to overcome keeping whats left of my happiness but the struggle has just begun.

Viewing the circumstances for what it really is I know I'm not going hysterical I can feel the treachery in the air being loyal is not a intention that people wish to embrace with care. I write poetic scriptures to keep my mind away from the persistent trouble using all the might I can muscle eyes blurry from climbing making my way out the furious fires of the forsaken tunnel.

It's enough to make you scream with total frustration I walk beside my enemies not yet showing my hatred. For I have studied the way of generals in war only to explore another method beyond that opened door.

I have grown in many ways and the people around me that I though would never change introduced me to another level of this game. I know now that I am alone in my thoughts when it comes to being true when I was younger this never was a though although I payed attention to the clues my strength was every so high. My mind set was geared to never lose heart cold made of stone so agony would came and go so my feelings were never bruised.

Seeing the wicked use these back stabbing tactics with a compassion lashing and it's madness that these are the type of actions going on all across the atlas.Truly the worst to see two faces within your faction then there is a need for subtraction when it's your comrades that wanna
see your skull get fractured by any means. This is the suffering from jealousy and greed murder without a cause the bigger picture is
obscene. Then individuals wonder why there is so much grief and the love is incomplete and this is why I cannot come to terms to dream
cause in this dimension of corrupted intentions you have to stay awake you can never sleep.

AT THE READY

INTELLIGENCE IS THE GREATEST WEAPON FOR IF THEY CAN'T EVER OVER THROW YOUR TATICS HOW CAN THEY EVER OPPOSE YOU IN COMBAT?

REMAIN HEARTLESS SHOW NO MERCY UPON THOSE THAT PRACTICE THE WICKED ARTS OF TREACHERY AND NEFARIOUS ACTIONS. THIS IS WHAT I TELL MYSELF AS I ENTER THE BATTLE GROUNDS REMAINING TRUE TO MY SPIRIT ANALYZING LIFE FOR WHAT IT REALLY IS.

DEMONSTRATING A FOCUS ON REGAINING A LOST FAITH ONLY TO ANNIHILATE THOSE THAT ARE LABLED AS AUTHENTIC FAKES. MY MOTIVATION IS AWAKENING TRUTH FOR I KNOW THERE ARE BETTER TOMORROWS IN THE DISTANT HORIZON.

SOME SOULS WILL CONTINUE TO BE BLINDED BY THEIR OWN PRIDE, OTHERS WILL MAKE A MOCKERY OF THE POWER THAT IS REPRESENTED. AT LAST I MARCH FOWARD AND DISPLAY MY ATTRIBUTES ENDING ALL CONSISTENT SPECULATION. I CAN'T FOLLOW THE CORRUPTED LEADERS OF THIS NATION TO MAKE A EVERLASTING CHANGE THAT WILL BE MY NEVER DYING MISSION A POSITIVE FUTURE FOR THESE NEXT GENERATIONS THE REVENGE OF THE OPPRESSED ALL THESE VICIOUS DEVILS WILL FEEL MY REGIN.

The Progression.

Wishes stay in my mind frame, these hardships got me wondering do miracles even exist? Throughout my prayers I hope that I can come close to clarity in the fatal abyss. I know my writings will be viewed to certain individuals as suicide notes but those that value this art will see that my creations are my recordings of fighting evil on a everyday basis.

In these corrupted circumstances it's like these snakes and fakes preserver but let the truth be told authentic followers have no fear even better conquer the wicked actions of all back stabbers and those that practice the doings of the wicked art. At times I feel my heart growing weak so poetry I speak to keep the rhythm and hold on to the beat of my motivation regaining control of my emotions.

My journeys of going under assisted me in my struggles to submerge throughout trails that once looked so overwhelming. The odds of destruction depicting the failure was face to face with me. Positivity is what I grasp for battling in the hatred storms keeping in mind that true happiness will one day be born.

To sore is what I invision no longer kept in suspension of my sinister intentions that only seems to arise when my benevolence is took for granted its respect that I long for and I truly demand it on every aspect. Knowing that these demons come sideways and pledge to be never stood corrected this is what proves to make the situations I encounter every so hectic.

In these times you can't give your love to just anyone cause either you will be emotional damaged or staring at the barrel of a gun and when death comes smiling there is no other way to run. Its so clear to me now to never trust anyone cause in the end it seems their main mission and train of though is to bring you down forgetting the pleasant times you delivered.

Lost in the depths of my own agony these nightmare just become more clear. I had to obtain knowledge and keep in my mind that ones fear is only a part of someones imagination either to test you or control your every move.

Not to mention these make believe remnants of these horrific visions transmitted in to our brains activates the spark to create scare tactics. I know that it is a deeper message then to just entertain otherwise where does the ideas of this evil come about.

Minds clouded with destruction we stay in speculation of who can save us when the answer is already within only the inner self can over throw what is labeled as sin.

MY WORLDLY REFLECTIONS

The stress continues to cloud my mind I feel my patiences withering away every passing moment. I hate the fact that my soul can't control this fear cause I truly see the horror in my eyes when in the mirror. I'm steady in speculation of what my next error will be so I can quickly remove it and go forth on this journey of hatred and agony. The smoke I inhale engulfs my lungs and I commence a mental battle making all my sorrow perish within in the fires of my motivation. The motivation that keeps me alive, what a description to convey that this is my heart fighting the relentless trenches the world displays.

Cursed writings I construct learning to never fall in the foolish mind state of love because the though will only bring forth madness there is only spiritual awareness, brief admiration and personality classes. I have had it I can't no longer invision the rapture I pray to the most high to keep me in contact with my tactics as I research to escape the massess. I close my eyes and in sight are swords clashing between righteousness and evil. What is to come of all this? The crave grows stronger within I purse a life of sin to survive it has become more of a struggle to hold on to faith and posses pride. Now as you can see it has become harder for two souls to relate cause deception came in the picture turning warm hearts to cold emotions only to drown in their conditioned thoughts of commotion.

Merely going astray from the clutches of ruthless demons, their wicked hearts glow with a never dying sinister passion. Overwhelming intentions producing nothing but grief. I clear my mind to march forward to a new beginning to analyze the poisons.

I ask you when you read this am I truly insane? or do I make things clear to you throughout these meditation methods I hope to be of assistance defeating the trials of every day lifestyles of trifle encounters so that warriors male or female reach progression.

Is it really a horrid transition to reamin true and break the fatal self destruction connections? The nightmares are vivid and there is no hope to unleash a fury to destroy them if the faith is alone to conflict with the hardships.

My eyes bleeding from the murders and yet I'm going deaf from the screaming of the planet being raped of all its natural resources. The sickness growing at a epidemic rate the cause being the molestation and poverty not having any nutrition to survive these are the real life situations that are ignored on a regular basis. So now am I justified to have hatred or to have a broken heart with a military mind state, being a witness of hellish escapades. Grasping on to my morals keeping me wise forever comprehending the crave which is truly explained as the greed unlocking the corruption in a haste. My world reflections what is to come of the human race???

This Work Of Art

Creations flood my mind, I feed of all the devastation to bring forth tremendous positive energy. I know that my legacy will be marveled troughout these talents produce by the most high. All in time those with the same blood-line are destined to shine also labled my divine kind. The souls of the oppressed animated before my eyes traveling beyond only to rise and live on no longer will fear be present for this is a destined essensce.

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Beyond The Shadows ( Questioning The Suffering )

I pour my sorrow out only to be let down, I know I am misunderstood but if you took the time to see
the circumstances and frustration.

I display my truest desires to make a prosperous pathway for those in search of relieve from the adversity. I send my prayers to use my knowledge and give off its beautiful nature to inspire. Will they really make since of these words?

So thankful to breath and live on another day at the sometime there truly has to be a brilliance not yet discovered that will release all the tormented ancestral entities from persecution.

Will my talent take me astray or will I be crushed by my despair. I battle off all the demons that lurk within the battlegrounds awaiting for reality to cooperate in its favor.

Fighting so bravely, even if my devotion is murdered the vision will be every so clear to change these situations of poverty,homicide and deception for it's the cousin of destruction and I take it upon my self to set fire to the family tree. As beings in this realm we suffer, so many individuals live with so little or even more unacceptable nothing at all.

We travel throughout shattered dimension unprepared witnessing the power of the sinister. I can only protect my soul when all is said and done will my people truly comprehend their destines when the occasion has awoken?

No longer can I sit by nor even condone the atrocities of the world, I can only speak with my god given talent to illustrate as I bleed the struggles of the oppressed. These fear of devils and reaching hell means nothing when hell is standing before me the meaningless actions people commit to transcend to the sky who is to say that is really where our souls really go to rest.

I won't settle for this because, I know in my heart this is not the future I laugh with insanity for the evil that
observe us daily people still won't wake and realize the agony for what it truly is.

No matter how much poison I am fed I will grow immune only to be standing when the smokescreen disappears. The reflections of illustrious Kings and Queens give me breath beyond the shadows. I make logic of the elements given and utilize them defeating the carnivorous, never will my spirit be taken away I maintain by any means to alleviate through all detrimental mistakes.

Continuations

I was engulfed in the smoke I look upon the horizon, demonstrating my true devotion the visions are vivid in their depiction totally a presentation of personification. Knowing knowledge its' self brings forth determination my past birthing my present feeling the presence of the ancestors before me my traditional greatness has me in a state of elation.

All trails and tribulations mean nothing for the struggle only becomes harder, just living with these depressing predicaments mother nature situations has us contemplating will existences really make it to be know in these other dimensions unknown to our minds and eyes. I hear the cries of broken hearts the sorrow can no longer be described how can one correct the acts of genocide when it arise.

I froze still no motion to be displayed felt a overwhelming power filled with hatred and rage, then I invision the torture of what my divine kind had to endure a spectacular sight of corruption and fatal sickness the fatalities and brutalities were just pointless, I mean truly senseless. In lack to give a positive description to a negative connotation, I revolt against the ways of the serpent with fangs and venom awaiting, not afraid as I stare directly in the eyes of satan.

I want those that read this to truly perceive the message I'm pitching, praying stressing to those that were called upon for eternal spiritual warfare to listen to what I have spoken. My mission is to motivate the hearts of the fallen that have been oppressed for countless years when will the freedom reign? The evil has many entities alive in the flesh and has spread in a massive progression to exterminate all followers that practice righteousness.

Feeling as though it's like a battle that can't be won at times, feeling out numbered and thinking about how the outcome could bring tears, also awaken blood shed for we fight so bravely to protect this realm by any means. Are we just a mere misconception introduce to hatred at a early dawn.


Misunderstood I know that I won't be alone for long cause I know that more individuals wish to bring change when my body is gone but my presence is still felt. The aftermath can not be in vain even if one of the protectors is slain we still live on to produce a legacy. I expect many to not comprehend the truth we shall see the purpose to live and defend what has been created only for our benefit. Take heed to this scripture as you come closer to truth and no longer fear the mental vibrations learn the art of continuations.

The Contract Given...I must live it.

Struggling to find the ways to evade this beautiful agression, so unmerciful upon my enemies and those that wish to torture me mentally feel the wrath of purpose,loyalty and progression possessed within me.

I go astray practicing my methods battling the correction of the order to explore and find truth in the explosions the reckoning to my very spirit ripping through my flesh piercing through my well being trying to abolish my dignity.

Every writing that I originated is a blessing to my individuals living with never dying agony thats why the ways of satan hate me crying with rage aiming so recklessly its a challenge to keep my sanity. Keep clear from the heartless eyes glowing with greed and envy ready to carry out an invision, sentencing me to other dimensions.

The fact that I don't flee and fight violently with deadly vocabulary traveling through the fileds the sprits walk upon my ancestors flowing in my viens I awoken and came to realization that I am the proclaimed representation.

I finally sense and control this power and inspiration.

This scripture is a living matter exhibiting my war against the vicious creations of sinister intentions unleashing all the evil maintaing concentration in this hell driven money mission.

The world is suffering although I know that our many defenders are present this fight between precious intellect and rage filled corruption is homicidal, do I really have to explain the destruction? I know my nation aren't blind look amongst the divine stars and you shall find.

I witness the back stabbing nature of those I provided shelter to on a psychical, spiritual and mental plain. The betrayal feels like acid rain the lacerations grow deeply as I fight to escape this detrimental experience a true breath-taking assassination.

The sun was given to my mother, shining so vividly through my courage and pride, I arise from what hatred made of me and continued on to enlightening showing the imperative reasons for living on and preparing for death and not being afraid to embrace it when the time comes.

My legacy is shown peaking through my death for I am the creation of the creator learning the ways of the many worlds I am born in truly it has begun the contract, its so much more to the story in a race for positivity, strength and glory.

Constructions of the pages timeless thoughts..... breaking through lies pain before me keeping in mind that I am the illustrious.

Gangsters Glory- Heartless Young Souls Living In Hell.

Is it truly all worth it, the power and the non-stop incoming wealth.

Do you ever cease to think of the harm you bring forth to the community. Was it all worth it? To serve the soulless individuals poison to make whats left of their already dying spirit decay. I guess the question all boils down to if we are suppose to battle these demons within, blind to our own traditional greatness due to the environment we were born in.

The nightmares of violence taken place I ponder on the fact of how I made it through the storm as a new born, heat-broken with no other solution but to make something of the hell I am living throughout.

Watching those I hunt currency with drop frozen from the penetration of bullets entering their skin and the sight of the blood making me sick and paranoid not only that the revenge making me evil but it was to late for I was already trapped in the mirror of sin and I am the reflection so its a must I keep my protection. I'm only twelve living so reckless snatching up souls cause I am cold but fast in motion when my hand is on the trigger it's death I deliver the sound of metal ripping through flesh and bone making me quiver.

Started my trouble at a young age father not around mother was a addict and a prostitute. I pray amongst the stars wishing that I could fly away. The harsh reality is the brutality I was introduced to, I was fed up with being hungry suffering from pains cause I had no substance to keep me strong. Yet I still move on, I still move on wishing for a treasure a way out of these hellish predicaments.

Never will I go back to being consider homeless stuck in poverty crying losing my mind from the gunshots the dirt I keep concealed in my heart will eventually devour me. So I know that when I go I have to rest in peace I ment no harm, so I just know my guardian angels have to rescue me.

The nights of sleeping outside the stuggles I had to overcome just to make sure I ate at night. What is my title a lost angel with magnificent intentions I write rhymes to keep from loading the clip in . The streets birth me so I sell product cause I am a product with no life long guaranteed expectancy so when the gunfire lays me down to sleep I pray for the most high to forever hold my soul in peace.

I have no heart I can't hesitate to let my guns spark seeing mother overdose off the heroin drove me crazy all I see is death for what has given me life is no longer with breath even though thy mother wasn't the best she was all I had to reach and connect with longing for her attention and affection lost with no sense of direction.

So think first before you embrace the world of so called gangster glory because if I was in your shoes with a roof over my head with a consistent place to sleep and a mother and father supporting me, I wouldn't be in this mess looking over my dead body in the heavens.

So take heed live your life with true excellence if the opportunities are vivid and clear paint this picture with the passion from your heart or whats left of your happiness for all of us have struggles cause this life of money,drugs and corruption is a definite way to be in a calm state breathless....

The ending of my chapter.

Obliterated In The Madness.

I won't participate in giving you a smile throughout your despair. So aware of all which makes you drive my passion down to the depths of sorrow. Naming all the cruelties, I will just gain control of my emotions for my life is greater then what you where ever able to show me. Nothing to prove gather the ashes of all my trails the foolish games of hearts. Finally feeling the desire to speak out and I won't let this escapes from my clucthes. I have took all the blame suffered and fought with a broken heart out of the pain presented. I will just erase my respect from the page and continue writing the story of my journey that made the warrior you see before your eyes continuing to shine until my unexpected demise.

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