THE CYCLE OF LIFE
Rime 4: The Hidden Trewth
(AKA)
the cirle of immortality
JUMP INTO IT TODAY!!!
I float my bricks to ghettos From Miami to Chicago's gangsters
Keep the flame for Amaru and bank some dough yo I want some answers
This Life aint just a frame up.  Paul the preacher hooked up Jesus-name
To a cult of Dionysis, torn for rebirth G was jeered and slain

But that aint homie Jesus, homie Jesus never went away
He went straight under cover an' theres no truth to all the other claims
The cross was hard to handle but then he pulled right off and broke away
He healed up rather nicely and still lasts still human to today

All coping is an artform, a posture built on solid breaths
Keepin up your smile as you 'wile' never knowin stress
They're just coping right there with you why disturb em for your little gain?
Why stink up half the club with the nervousness of wussy game?

Word is bond when you're focused when your mental is a cutttin stare
Burnin like an eagle flyin high above the hunted hares
Real forces bring me money s'long as Im open eyed and there to look
Not stuck on my tomorrow or obsessing over ancient books

CONTINUE


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LOGAN