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THE MAGICAL POWER OF THESE WORDS

I crossed my legs sitting in the middle of a very beautiful garden
I'm brimming with believe having lunch on this very rich dining
The question, how do I get here..
No more dreaming

It is..
Coz when I walk
I walked composing
While I sit or eat, am still trying
When I lay
Am laying singing

The magical power of these words got me driven
Feels as though my cavalry finally arriving
And finally when I composed
It makes me dance all night gyrating
It brings with it this joyful tidings

My daily routine..
I don't have any plan b
We rhyme and reason what we don't have in our diaries
It thus increases my sheer and burning will
We rhyme before we fall deep asleep
We always pump before it burst try to feel it!

Loud noises echoing inside of my brain
Just can't ignore the voices of these many sopranos
They made me fall turning me into an Apollo
Plummeting me down to mother earth as a negro..

Walking on the side way you see us smiling
You only stare at us you failed to notice what we have been compiling
Tittles gonna come our way
We hoped against hope eventually..

The magical power of this word got me driven
Feels as though my cavalry finally arriving
And finally when I composed
It makes me dance all night gyrating
It brings with it this joyful tidings

Dear Lord,
In Your pool of wisdom immerse and share me some few..
Dear Rasul,
Let me always salute upon you
Dear Mum,
Let them in me see you