Thoughts of a revolutionary #34

I realized that this world is much to big to be divided and/in race
Maybe that’s the day
I stopped asking God to show his face
If not here what place
Can we live with grace
Before the grave
Can we live with grace?
My mind traces states of being
States of seeing
States seceding
From the states
In seeding
Incremental foreseeing
More sight than foresight
More fight to foresee
Morse taps so more see
Corpse be exalting
In insulting sin
Dry, clean ain’t walking in
Have to be in dirt to get higher
Set fire to the old ways
Get tired of old days
Old cage
The glow fades
Bestows hate
Beast on fake
Beast on beats
Beats by dre
Beast on fate


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