Today I shaved my mustache...just that had me spiraling down corridors that's over for, over more - I'm over forecasting whether or not this could be...mean am I who I am? Or who I used to be? Regardless, cyah stress - this ill cypher got my soul finessed, endless typhoons my Empress slide smooth out of the picture. It was hanging at an angle of incidence, innocence reflected - she called it crooked. Nuff wit the name blame calling and stalling like purgatory. In this season may my spirit find increase, least as Jesus speak over seas may it settle these streets and beats that's overdone. The One Son call me to walk on H2O midst these raging old souls, mean I navigate then have to wait, grabbing fate, was passion-ate! Consumed pursuing, wanted you in, got left right out. No doubt, I'll stay living at beginnings fortified forgiving and I'll stay stating statements that stay regal like kingly status, add this like sum to the creed of a warrior wit words. Catch a tongue lash on a rhyme from a lung black that's back, back behind the posterior positioning of what used to be, excuse the confusion see the bruise of contusion had me viewing Noah's 2's...you may call me dizzy but I say the vision busy - crafting while tapping into divine interpretation, called to a higher plane of existing earthly: spirit firstly, followed by soul then meatbox. Keep locks and frohawks, your heart I know not...

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Cuz you're an overcomer if you live in resurrection