CHIMEZ* BiZ*
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"How Different You Are"..
Chile' you're different...
in a good
misunderstood
kind of way.
Don't say, you're not
good enough.
For who set the standards,
limiting your undiscovered golden rush?
Golden brush
styles your black hair.
Don't scare
by the term, no perm.
For you're natural.
A gazelle
cleansed Jezebel,
Relinquished of dirt.
Truth hurts,but
You're different.
Bees sting
you don't scream,
just laugh, let them pass
so backwards.
Black ones
even judge
try to budge
or push you out of place.
Race
no longer exhibits unity.
For even our community
Criticize and chastise
their own.
No home
Exempt.
Even fake pimps
walk with a limp.
Trying to prove
slightly move
who's watching and
their conscious.
To
believe or
somewhat conceive
that they're
Different.
No...
Just wishing
they could find themselves.
Being someone else
isn't as seemed.
Even perfect perceptions
and
Non polluted projections
are simply dreams.
Continue as yourself...
then you'll genuinely see
How different you are.
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"Victorious"
Doubt my abilities
Kill these opportunities
Decapitate my crown
Plaster censored smiles
Claim me evil
Turn me equal
Just know the truth
holds my sequel
I claim my place amongst
these people
Feed my loved lies,as
My beauty you disguise
Take my hope, while
at my future you poke
Rip my dreams
Tell your neighbor
false truths of me
Yet believe
after its done my
Victory
shall come
So stab my back
To thee strangers you act
Deny my love
Shoot my body,Gun.
Cast me, choose
another one.
Refuse another
Hug.
Rest on the lack of trust
Let it be clear my faiths up
Above
My spirits the sun, and
my heart wont rust
Lead me on a trail of
Death
Allow wolves to tear
at my chest
Call crows to pick my flesh
Beat me at my best
Remove my innocence
Convict life sentences
Bring elite warriors
For whatever the outcome
I was born to be
Victorious
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"Daily Bread"
Only a lion roars when he is angered...
Aren't I more than he,
when I speak to my beloved?
Your great King has perished.
His flesh rots into the soil of which he is buried...
Am I not of greater value living?
Do I not believe in He who,
possesses power?
So why allow foolish words
beyond my teeth?
Bitterness
does not bare fruits.
Blessings
wont come to thee of little faith.
The love of God
never falters.
So anointed is he who
patiently waits.
Portions beyond measure
to be granted to thine house.
Forever exalt the name of
Jesus
for supplying bread to
thy mouth.
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