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Straight Talk Live (Food For Thought-Mental Clothing You)

I closed my eyes and rested my mind on top of the moon
As I looked up into the darkness of the skies
A place where you are one within the universe devoid of mental gloom
I realized I was not alone
Traces of my past and my present footsteps embedded
Oh God, I continue to pray for an answer, where are we headed

I ask the Lord how strife continues to exist when we are here to spiritual atone
How could this uncertainty of life perplex us to ask where we truly belong
A figment of the imagination, yet to our eyes, the birds sing its morning songs
When my soul waits patiently upon earth for the keys to eternity
A place where man rules like a beast with his heart
Shredding life forces day by day unto death of his vessel departs

The doctrine of an ugly creed only brings heartache, and festers old wounds to bleed
Is this by Heaven designs
An image made of spiritual enlighten, given to women by the enclosure of his side
A Creator who allows gently hands to rock the cradle
Behind school desks, authoritarians labeling our kids, disavowing of their mind’s free will
Open your mouth you little disruptive bastard here is your magic pill
Homes without food for our generational babies to eat
I hear the anger calling from out the slums, the ghettoes as it rings out to the mean streets

Thank goodness, help is on the way
Wait a minute…. hold up… I tell you I’m the victim
Detained, now checking the pedigree behind my slave name
Oh, this feel like way back when, deprived civil rights happening all over again
Will the color of my skin ever win
Zombified existence prowling off man made drugs
More respect given to the lairs, killers, and the thugs

I inhaled the vast planets unseen
A beautiful paradise fit for Kings and Queens
An earth ordained for living by time to occupy, North, South, East, West
American Dreams we adopt to the confinements of our space
Documented by the constitution not for every race, until amended
Are you still offended
Politics to fit anyone’s mental drift
Once you sift through, hoping your presence will be counted for
Be advised it’s just propaganda bullshit

Electoral votes
Hoping it will not be in vain from you waiting out in Autumn’s cold
Secret societies
Bill Gates and his depopulation
Vaccinations predisposed notions, soon to be a ID2020 revelation
Moorish man asked to be the sacrificial lamb
Yes, ask the Tuskegee men and how their Syphilis felt
Denied treatment, died and the gravesite is what their contribution was dealt  

BLM marches still asking why
Hooded agendas
Needed the rage fueled for how times once was
Once I open my mind, heart, the window to my Chakras allows me to finally exhale
Dealing with the world’s offerings is like taking a slice of hell
I rather go hungry
Yet, one must always thirst for knowledge, wisdom, maintain serenity
To survive life’s indemnities

Does it really matter how our anointing comes
Rare intellects will always find comfort as they think as one
I slowly descend off the mountain of the most high
The moon I bow unto as my soul gradually unwinds
My mind much clearer as seeing for the first time
Mental Clothing You

And That’s Straight Talk Live For You
May Your Find Comfort In Yourself To Always Believe In The Progression Of Your Steps

Until The Core Of Our Souls Blend as One, Take Care Of Yourself And Be Respectful Of Others
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

William Blake
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