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cloud heated chest to breathe the breath of God the heaven say freeze the
crystal face of Yahweh on a sheet of liquid space so the man could duplicate
a counterfeit is any word press the palm print of the universe on snowflakes to
disperse they descended upon the earth blessed with reckless abandon fully
landed and decepted by a curse so underhanded now they stranded on an
island stripping the Atlantic Manhattan hide to make him in a mask of winter
magic snowing in Manhattan like your dreams have never happened crashing to
the earth because nobody strapped them in lashing out and splashing wisdom in
your face to wake you up Jehovah's living water but you got a broken cup and
you filled it up with latte and you're sitting at a Starbucks purchase piece of
mama can't spread poverty at time blind believer snow falling on the cedars a
blanket of blessing is the cloak of the deceiver got you fitted for failure that
he measured by the meter draped in comforts keep so you got nothing left to
fear simple fear of no escape and the fate to which you're born a great on 38
street and hopes to keep you warm whether or not you spot the storm doesn't
really back to end if you thought you last a winner then you better think again
the world would sell you ought to steal a quarter from a friend you better think
again I keep it ill to rebuild a monolith to the cosmos place spirals on
the tip is a landmark for all coasts take life as a package deal and wander aimlessly
a zombie wearing a smile is what I came to be took the glitter is gold and made
a tie on Sunday I got it back tenfold the skies as wordplay now I'm rapping
through a winter in Manhattan for the listener he'll she's with blue strike
like I'm your local practitioner so here this wonder is standing on this sidewalk
lonely turning my face to the side sign to watch my breath exhale at the end
swallowing to keep from crying watching people thinking that all my life I
wasn't even trying cold-hearted winter receiving no coke and walking with my
diet this cancer of regret has got my voice locked in my throat stepping off
the curb in Central Park and observing non-participant happiness I know that
it's my fault and I've kept myself locked in my prison disease pleased at the
time of my sedentary nation now consciously merged my life with the
fall of leaves
I'm working for hire which means I ain't seeing a dime from around I know the
business side and dollar signs I just write what's inside for you folks outside
I gotta follow my calling and swallow my pride you might see PS5 and some go
magazine ads like stress and double excel to promote record sales cash rules
everything around labels and how they make decisions how they be painting a
picture larger than life even larger than Christ I ain't kidding you think it
matters the company secular Christian pick a game my friend
