Life Outside the Box

I'm tired of making ghosts proud...
Weary to the bones, the knowledge of the old
Ancient of days,
I pay homage and stay amazed at His sovereign
I govern with an iron fist
I reign with a velvet glove, of love
subdued by the anticipated, not longer decimated
by the triggers...
Rings in my ears, I hear cries of agony
Pain, all I hear,
Is the trumpets of tears, making way for bricks that have been carried
and paved
I've paved a blazed a path of new pioneers
Planting seeds of the divine fruits across the land in the hearts of man...
Living in oz
Sourjourneying the burden of the sourjourner
I am the truth personified
Living, breathing, and ascending...
Never pretending to pump fake these brakes...
All gas, no more takes,
Lights, camera, action,
On my way to Canton
Dreaming and wheeling, I'm tired of making ghosts proud
Lightened silhourettes of who was a lover,
and father,
sister or mother
I played harder, studied harder,
loved harder, understood harder,
Went farther, dug deeper, ROSE HIGHER!
I stared into the darkness
It requited my existence, yet still a witness
to a greatness born again and reborn again...
I'm gonna make me proud...
Darkness engulfed in my light,
I am the light revealed,
Transformed and redeemed
A bloodline of kings and queens,
Royalty and wordsmiths
Preachers and prophets
I am a dream conceived
A truth and a forever healing
Connected to the true and living
I am flesh of His flesh, bone of His bone!
All my ngas rise up like whaat!
Get down or lay down
Ali Bombaye!
Drifting like the air I breathe
Wishin' on a memory, no place I'd rather be
Like home on my throne
Queens reign supreme! You know what I mean!
like times old, mathematics
lies ripped from ya spleen
I am the pain and the glory
The passion and the story
No longer keeping alive dead things
No longer resurrecting zombies that only seek to devour me
No longer making ghosts kee kee kee and hee hee hee...
Vanquished is he and I be gone...and I'm gone...
PEACE