If I were a dinosaur, Id be a Thesaurus Rex Bulldozing through these bars like a Taurus wreck, I see you, a spotted deer caught in headlights Bright stage lights cue lines like stage fright To me, its all venison, though, Bambi, buck, or doe Baked fresh on the daily but not rolling in the dough Weird white girl rapping like she dont even know Got priorities straight, keep that organic flow Meanwhile youre dosing on preservatives, chugging GMOs Catch ya pumping iron to even reach a hemoglobin glow Pregaming on adrenaline, can ya call yourself an addict, though? Sweatpants running through my head, call him Donald, not Gambino Cause when California dialects cross with Bostons intellect Its cause the Heavenly Author has Words thatll intersect Drawing connections cause Hes tangential He has no limit, call His potential exponential My God is the Lord of the Pentecost No need for Siri (sorry), GPS would get you lost Call him my road map, toll fees covered cause He compd the cost AllState Insurance couldnt give you a better hand Touch the holes in his palm, return to His Neverland Hes not casting nets over Brooklyn cause kids are hopeless He wants to fill their stomachs, food wholesomer than Hostess Been drinking up on that Living Water, more substantial than a starter Epicureans create their own laws but even Greek charters Laws, and rules cant cross Styx without first dying to themself Youre your own person, cant be replaced with no one else When you come to face the cross, all by your lonesome self Remembering the Holy Word sitting dusty on your shelf VBS rhymes resting, rusting neath your belt Discard your shafty, shifty armour, near His heat youd melt Words worth the heavens Hes already spelt out Dried in his blood, spilled out for the earth He lived, died and rose again to claim your pain and your hurt Whatever perfection you think you have to present Ill shape up, sharpen up, freshen up first--His free present To you is rest from the pressure and the stress As you breathe your last breath, He gives you his so you can forget Death Conquerors and coheirs in Christ, follow His light Let His blood ink sink in through your skin like a mist, He paid for your life with His, soak in His warm summer bliss Lifes not a honeymoon but He can promise you this: Eternal life is free for you, His love is something you cant miss. --MC MissCommuniCate
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 04:37:58 +0000
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