Doc Holla
04-20-06, 01:10 AM
My people, life is a sequel, we jus cant see through, the credits/
Mere word fetish dont be a skeptic and let it, when its a wrap I edit/
In edition to whats evident, what where missing is the sense,/
Being bound, or heaven sent, I am the latter, but really,
Who are you to matter?/
I gather, would do nothing rather/
I read these lines like wine and drink until I stagger/
In this sahara I know no better, Who knew of such treasure in ink,
And one pluck of the feather?/
Who knew of such treasure as link together?/
Think wheather or not, that plot once thought could be all that is wrote/
Think of being forgot, name unspoke with idle hope/
Once was dreams idol, in your bible where words and/
Not king james version, but yes it was heard/
So we learn and in turn apply, watered thoughts once dry/
Bring clear what is there, in front of the naked eye.
Mere word fetish dont be a skeptic and let it, when its a wrap I edit/
In edition to whats evident, what where missing is the sense,/
Being bound, or heaven sent, I am the latter, but really,
Who are you to matter?/
I gather, would do nothing rather/
I read these lines like wine and drink until I stagger/
In this sahara I know no better, Who knew of such treasure in ink,
And one pluck of the feather?/
Who knew of such treasure as link together?/
Think wheather or not, that plot once thought could be all that is wrote/
Think of being forgot, name unspoke with idle hope/
Once was dreams idol, in your bible where words and/
Not king james version, but yes it was heard/
So we learn and in turn apply, watered thoughts once dry/
Bring clear what is there, in front of the naked eye.