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I self devine
In glory through wine
Believing in no such shrines
I shall live through me till the end of time...........


I refuse to pray to God In steeples
Kuss i see Willis and dead people
But i aint scared of no corpse
My feelings hold no such remorse
The only thing hiegtened is my sixth sense
Adding to the already tence suspence
That keeps my mind impailed for dence
My hand reaches for life upon these battered steps
Still uttering threats to forget my regrets
Please close the curtain and raise this blackened silouette
And let me draw smoke from this un lit cigarette
I chase dreams that scream kenetics
I have good genes due to great genetics
My flow be straight up synthetic
I hurdled through life like i was studying athletics
A true makaveli trying to be nothing more than poetic
Even though my time here on earth at times seems pothetic
I've learned to cope with love and i'll never forget it............

I think you should put more thought into what your words are saying
For example:

"My flow be straight up synthetic"

Why would you say that?

was pretty much just free flowin on this one dude