Thoughts that war the battle to mime

When it`s so easy to live backwards
Whats deeper then a bite
When your best friend as a dog can say
I`m the one they call Dracula
Catch me if you can
If you don't understand the hand to grab metaphor of the wisdom
That a women is not a b***h before or after you freestyle
Whats between her legs
Or penetrate that your kisses never touch her
Just to how another child
To be a baster because you show favor more to the other child
That  the word n****r is just what the white man wouldn't do, work
So you got yourself to stay in slavery
Because all you want to see is your women struggle
Because you were never taught to be a king
When the real battle is love or be love
Where did our women forget they are still Queen`s
Because their feeling is the one that's dreaming
Why their sleep is being feeling 
When we both were wrong as we started the song
And in middle of it we lost the lyric
That death has no wishes hope no prisoner
Just people missing with no alone to quiet for silent, no hell
Because there no words to find it
When life is just a punchline fill with forgiven
Are we line with God to find out 
Why Jesus is more than a gift
When the mind stop wondering to talk are we still living
When a imagination can't tell who God is
Who is our enemy?

When words carried power to name your Identity

Who do you say you are?
By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper