Loose Lyrics #23 | Original poetry by Dookiebrownflow
Only aging thinking of places
of saving these merits
A fleet of agents are caging
son this message is urgent
You as complacent as virgins
Im in the space of a surgent
Its safe to say that I'm merging
While waving the curvage
Our placement on earth
is set on material purchase
I'm facing a purge
its soley a cleanse of my person
Purpose of playing detergent
1st did away with the serpents
certain a Devil was lurking
Curtains unveiling the circus clowns
Hurting since I considered them Brown's
Elevation is sacred
hover a inch off the ground
Learning to nurture my service
furthest I've journeyed from home
Nomad who's all on his own
Working to find me a zone
Circle the surface of globe
To preach a sermon of souls
My Grandfathers a pastor
My grandmother she hustles
Settled in
Its evident I picked up knowledge of muscle
To bare arms and wear scars on my sleeves
For similar souls in need yo
I bleed hope
Many dreams woke and materialize
In front of many of eyes
Remain patient younging
Remain patient son
Remain patient babyyy
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