Cooked up a destiny,
not meant for me
The plate was full
but my lips were sealed inwardly
Dreams became practical through life, blasphemy!
talking flexibility,
i'll work you intellectually
The complexity of the brains design,
intricately connected to the spine
Tolerating the intricacy of my lines,
as if they aren’t mine
but well defined by the signs that you read between,
formed and shaped in His image,
long live the king
so let it simmer, sizzle even.
imploding your insides with gestures of corruption,
but He flicked the switch to reveal blessings
so the indigestion is just an expression
of another lesson being brought to birth, non-rehearsed
see me now
you wanna be's, cold cocked trial diggers, stone throwers,
so judge me not; unless u be judged
I was guilty before the good Lord
but His blood washed away the evidence
to bring us to the first fruits
like Obama being the first black president
the revealing of my faith is evident.
unblemished, non stick, teflon
so all opposition gets the rug treatment,
stepped on!
no leant removal.
left alone, flagrant foul.
change your angle,
before your casket bound
6 feet deep is a long way down
so don't fall victim to the flames that prey around
I see the tears,
it hurt huh? stool cushion
I take Curtis Mayfield advice and keep on pushin'
induced transformation;
so leave your tool kit and stretch yourself
take the road less traveled
to put some trophies on the shelf
case closed,
ring finger filled;
time to tell the testimony, King James!
So point and shoot with grudging accuracy,
prolific mastery
ur throwed by kinetic friction
of the sablimenary contusion of confusion
now catch yourself, you still stumblin.
there's no rest for wicked,
quick to shed blood
Tiny Tim cruel, flim spitter
Donald Duck slow, you da da done!
stop trying,
you haven't figured;
I'm brick house stable
Hurricane Katrina couldn't break through my demeanor
I'm prayer ready,
faith faded, trim cleaned
i've done my business,
automatic flush sequence
but the drain can't dispose of my lush pieces,
because I've seen heard
and touched Jesus,
now sue your sacrificial seed
and break the shell,
lift your hands
and praise now!

By: David Johnson & Jeremy Baker

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Jeremy and I play a game called word play and this is what we came up with. He does a line, then I do a line and we keep going till we feel we're done. Enjoy!

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ashes_twisted's picture

The innocent will flourish.

I feel that there should be a:

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

at the end of this.
You guys are like the boondock saints.
I enjoyed this piece.
Well done.

"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

dmjmotivation's picture

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti

"In the name of the Father, the Son and the holy spirit!"

Thanks much!

SSmoothie's picture

You guys are on fire! Loving

You guys are on fire! Loving them! Cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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