Rapper In A Poet’s Dream

Purpose is a gift given to those in physical form

Worldly integrations disrupt the agenda to become born

Epiphanies of higher degrees of revelations are the cause

Interruptions of worthless discussions should anger the mind to pause

In the middle of teenage acts and falsely cultivated ambitions

One must stay the course of PURPOSE and not live for Earthly wishins

And the money, the jewelry, the cars, the clothes

Illusions of grandeur turning Luna Lits into Horrific Hoes

So the saga unfolds as the investors look wide and far

Muthafucka you were born with a universe inside, how can a human make you a star

You SHINE BRIGHT as Sunni Dae and Luna’s light

Laughs in the face of human flesh as the SPIRIT obliterates our every plight

Conclusions of confusions become ever so clear

Yet the Poet emerges later as the Rapper disappears

M.a.R.a.N.a.T.e

© 2019 Maranate

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