these ones are done by bro Mr.Baldy

I ain't got no wisdom, so i just shutup and listen, to identify the bull**** that keeps the knowledge hidden, steadily wishing for the spirit I'm missing, to come claim me, living in silence but you cant blame me, for the ignorance, blame the godless knights that keep us in the dark, like the song of a lark i sing out to stop my eyes from being so stark, patiently waiting for the freedom that bled from the head of a buried child, soaking Muslim soil like devils hunting in the wild, I try and shift the weight from my heart so i guess I'm shifty, the truth sticks to me so i guess I'm sticky, like UFO's justice is often heard of but never seen, living of the matrix i remain to be weened, speculating if the demons that live and breathe amongst us will ever leave, battling hate on stages with pens and pages, spitting out a million rages, moving on to the next phases, I need the tears of the lord to come soothe me, so I pray it rains to become part of thee, ancient wisdom was lost on plantations, and now with america battling every nation, I weep for all the knowledge laid to rest, mind *****s that go through life in a state of death, never using their minds like their zoned out on meth, i pray to learn with every breath, looking up at the skies that blanket my soul, chasing stars and solar systems to find my goal, but i face the same ignorance that drove Jonah to the whale, I still wonder how we fail to see the truth through the veil, hate bred with greed to give birth to ignorance, losing the reality written in scriptures, the schools let you out to go to prison, trying to excorcise the demons that have risen, i lose my own mind, lose my own time, i need the light to keep me from going blind, trying to find my rhyme, spit it out and I'll be fine, I pray rest in peace to the fathers of knowledge, this poem is homage to all those that brought the truth.

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X marks the spot'

x marks the spot where I speak from the chest, and x marks the spot where I release all my stress, and x marks the spot where i'll lay after death, and x marks the spot where I'll breathe my last breath, and x marks the spot where mother sat as she wept, and x marks the spot where you lay as you slept, and x marks the spot where satan laughed as he crept, and x marks the spot where I'll be judged on the test, and x marks the spot where worms will feast on my flesh, and x marks the spot where hunger cuts like a mesh, and x marks the spot where 'll take the book in my left, and x marks me so you can call me X.

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and these ones are done by muslimah421

am livin this life fearin no one but my Lord,
am livin here usin my pen as a sword.
Am tryin, cryin, hopin that I don’t fall of this path.
Am hopin for my Lord’s mercy not his wrath.
Wakin up in the darkness of the night,
prayin, cryin, seekin the one with all the might.
OH Lord u know that im a mess
tears flowin my sins I confess

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im like...a child at heart but my innocence is tainted. corrupted but cleansed with water from the ancient. .
travel back in time when the simpler was attractive...,.
especially when its most active.,...the past has its own form of magic
i leave a life that im matched with....comfortably relaxed then.....

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