Jenial
02-11-2003, 09:04 PM
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Wha typa words make up my poetry
All available to you and your enemies
Like the guns that roam the streets
Like the pussy offered by a bitch
All at hands reach
You will find if you seek
My wisdom aint yet complete
I seek knowledge beneath
The earth on which all living things exist
The ground you stand on, my wealth of subjects
Where nomadic peoples walked on, some stood frozen
For us to discover, recovered a past forgotten
Who will find us, our bodies put in caskets
Preserved for ceremonies sake
Funerals and wakes
Obvious to those who have placed
Their bodies in capsules, one day hoping to awake
What soul will fill their empty corpse
Jesus ressureced once
Do we have the same chance
But he was divine half man
Son of God, healer by hand
What qualities do you have that are as grand
Questions Ive yet to understand
What typa words make up my poetry
Dont question me, I am bodiless
My rhymes is heavy.. thus
I annialate man like a god
When heavens gates open
My speech will further soften
Angels wing, voices will sing
*Iller than most
Not rappers but philosophers- prophets
Cause I aint a rapper
The words I spit just seem to rhyme off papa
But I aint talkin bou niggas selling drugs in the street
Or how a nigga got his wig pushed back wit a gat
Im spreading knowledge
What I see perceived
Then given to you through a song as a gift
Understand Jenial is a man that can
With two hands do what thousands of you put toguether cant
Wha typa words make up my poetry
All available to you and your enemies
Like the guns that roam the streets
Like the pussy offered by a bitch
All at hands reach
You will find if you seek
My wisdom aint yet complete
I seek knowledge beneath
The earth on which all living things exist
The ground you stand on, my wealth of subjects
Where nomadic peoples walked on, some stood frozen
For us to discover, recovered a past forgotten
Who will find us, our bodies put in caskets
Preserved for ceremonies sake
Funerals and wakes
Obvious to those who have placed
Their bodies in capsules, one day hoping to awake
What soul will fill their empty corpse
Jesus ressureced once
Do we have the same chance
But he was divine half man
Son of God, healer by hand
What qualities do you have that are as grand
Questions Ive yet to understand
What typa words make up my poetry
Dont question me, I am bodiless
My rhymes is heavy.. thus
I annialate man like a god
When heavens gates open
My speech will further soften
Angels wing, voices will sing
*Iller than most
Not rappers but philosophers- prophets
Cause I aint a rapper
The words I spit just seem to rhyme off papa
But I aint talkin bou niggas selling drugs in the street
Or how a nigga got his wig pushed back wit a gat
Im spreading knowledge
What I see perceived
Then given to you through a song as a gift
Understand Jenial is a man that can
With two hands do what thousands of you put toguether cant