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letra de poetry 2 - jimmy7

time for the ages of old to be abdicated from their powers/
i try to abstain from the sin of man, but it engulfs my presence/
life has taught me a plethora of lessons/
my thoughts are reclusive and meditate in an asylum/
im in tune with myself and am happy to have friends of benevolence/
no need for malevolence; conquer my life, but not my ambition/
tired of people who throw up brusque remarks after dark/
yes! the sun is hotter than me, so i try to cool with my camaraderie in camelot/
never ever underestimate my thoughts or youll6 capsize and capitulate/
at times, i’m clairvoyant at discerning my family’s ways of thinking/
contemporary hip hop has fallen out of the sky like those biblical angels so furious and deleterious/
problem solved cause will just rely on the demagogue for a new escape route/
i refrain from self-pity and pithy romance when in dance into my brain/
tired of the callous comments coupled by ignorance and disdain/
getting rid of me will not make me reject my empathy or sympathy/
i shall commence the flow and let it enervate/
yeah. it happened by harmonious surprise/
life is what you make so eliminate the fraught of undesired bad things/
time to adjust my metaphysical cuz i want to live long, not so ephemeral/
even the doctors diagnosed my verbal psychosis as inevitable/
a juggernaut or a sage in the mixing of the world/
procrastination is a devastation which ultimately settles for desperate explanation although it rids itself of jubilation/
mundane topics seem to become the bottom of my focus of reference/
even though i may seem quite fallacious, i emit potency of deadly rhymes that offer…ostentatious lol/
how can i pay the rent when it’s due to a dull story, not opulent/
my endeavor is to clever decapitated my lifelines like louisiana ill pull the levys lever/
my tactic is backed by exact actions that are due heavily due to situations of pragmatic/
old skool flow like im archaic, music toady speaks of nothing thus i call it prosaic/
the student who finds themselves prudnt often loses who they are and becomes stupid/
touched by an arcane hand of the higher being and been blessed to have live/
your flow is tedious and mine is provocative what more can i give/
like the bishop before his or reverence, let me deliberate my confident yet humble expressions/
ready to amalgamate my cloth into a wonderful piece put on by warriors that partic-p-te that never judge, but will be ready to vindicate/

- jimmy7

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