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Sex, money and drugs
Funny how the sane
Has the most powerful substance first, sex
The power of lust is lenient
Only to a release of hormonal elation
Which builds to conform a physical imbalance
That tantalizes the infatuation of impulse
Deeming you vulnerable to infiltration

Dust to dust makes you cough
If it’s not directly connected with death
But the rubble underneath makes you love
Love has defined its self, but
Man has placed an underlining meaning
Sculpturing it as Egyptian pyramids
They worship and adhere to it
Not cultivating one apparent fact
Many Empires collapsed do to its lack of Mercy,
physical incapability’s
and the jealousy of the one capable, Love

man-made gods are Capable of what, exactly?
Helping me decide to drive miles to elate
Then give my soul a lasting process
To file into unlasting satisfaction
The indication of lust
Ridiculing my morals to relinquish
My willingness and wellbeing
Which progresses into the killing of my brain cells

I reject the hip hop congregation
and leave shame
Exactly where it stands and develops
For lust minus drugs, equals success
and what would be evident
the empires founded and built
By a servant

By David Johnson