Just Making Rhymes

🔥Friday Fire🔥

Surely Bless

My Words Were Birthed In The Heavens, So Only God Can Feel’em

Hit You With The One Two, Have You Staggered, Stumbling And Reeling

My Pen Game Been Immaculate Since Conception

Even Jesus Told Mary Not To Hate On It

Every Word I Spit, Is 100 Legit

 Stay In The Black, It’s All Profit

Bending Words And Syllables In Poems, Like I’m Double Jointed

Or Anointed, To Bring You Something Heavenly & Poignant

As If Seraphim, Had Whispered My Words To God

And A New Nation Was Established Like Master Fard

No Pork, No Ofays, Just Clean Living & Black Pride

A Strong Black Woman, In The Home That I Reside

Two And A Half Kids, Black House With Picket Fence

Elegant Spouse, Comfortable House, Smells Of Frankincense

The African Dream, With My African Queen, As We Live In Harmony

Surviving Good And Evil, In This Strange Dichotomy

We Press Our Way, Each Every Day, And Do Our Very Best

Live By His Word, These Words I Heard, And God Will Surely Bless….

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