Our Fruits

Adam and Eve from a Persian manuscript. They are shown in Oriental robes singing to the tree of life in Paradise, halos and flames shooting from their heads. 

I was wandering

Who bit the apple

Filled with fruit and seeds

But also

Created chaos

Please let me know how I can turn back

The lessons once learned

So I can quit being the cultprit

I forgot you gave me some ribs for tht

Right

So where is the 

clothing of good we were made to wear

Because of this

so called shame given to us by them

What was the serpent up to when he

peaked to see who was who and what was what

to get dealt a hand

of consistant disapproval

of a woman and man being naked

Out the womb

Plz pull up your babies cloths

and teach nakedness is not a sin

But being cold will leave

You without

what GOD said you should have

Reguardless

what they try to say.

Mommas always going to get you

Right! 

Alrightee than

 My love is

Never

Done

All

The

Way

That is funny right

We’ll always says

Never

Count

Yourself

Out

Because they will

Come

Around

And need your sound to dance and prance

For

A

One

Last

Chance

To become

The choose

Has been made

To

Thrive and survive

This technique of technically 

Being

You.

Realization

You can not

Miss what you

Have Never Had

and

Items that are someone

elses

Thieves don't live here

Being broken is not

something to give

to someone else

just because

You in the room

Um that is mine she said

and Nikki

Backed up

and left the room as usual.

Got my own house to clean 

and i havent yet

so why would get more items to

essentially

take to the garbage

I learned how to take out my own.

I don't share trash cans so I need to go get a bigger

one for me.

The One for me maybe has grew up to become a man with a family

shown on google as the 

real.

Reminensing

 DONT LOSE YOURSELF IN LIFES WOORLDWIND.

blame the stage game

 

Why Ink Me

Ever since you 

Stated

Again Again & Again

I knew I was in

Can we get with the

new & old

trend

Ink Me

Only if it's kept

real as possible

Chills going down with the possible

Going around & around

Can become a familiar sound

of

Not Again

Give the ink no time to dry

Brain Drain that Remmy

Martin pls. make it laugh

So Chummy & Bumpy & So More

So when we go

Open for shop

The Mike will drop

When it folds together

The stage will be for us together as one.

shell of life

 

The Caree shells

I need to be real

The career

I want to be surreal

Can the real take place

Of my own currency being

Still Stolen

Where is my handprint

for me to find survival?

Without the arrival

Is needed

To spend what was bought

as a parcel

From a fan

Pushing me up the cold sand

As I eye a place for me

In this

And And So what.

So I take a bold stand 

but is still though

Just to holla I need you 

back

Brave friend.

Woosaa