so fresh
a new orleans mate from across state
sitting and vibing chilling kind
conscious Creature attracting what atoms are thee
cool fit for a moment we chat by the sea
learning and rapping in mine
so fresh and so clean all time
Dew of the Chosen: The Winner’s Seed
In my heart of art is the winner. The beginner who made his mark, By being the one, the chosen Son. Adding dew drop seed adding water to breathe. For you to I growing we, succeeding me. Enhancing my verse, Flowing forward is my heart in art the winner, The beginner who made his act, Choosing Son being purpose, painting victory into song. Adding dew-drop seed, watering spirit to breathe, New life ascending, where you and I conceive. For every moment, creation’s hand succeeds, Growingly, lovingly harvesting the fruit from these, My seeds.
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