won21too

Just a piece I wrote in Toledo Correctional Institution back in 2015. High On... I'm high. Again. I'm high on life. I'm high on life with Thai chron' and psilocybin. I ride on whirlwinds as the world spins, twirling this Krylon aerosol can in my palm. I write Psalm 99 on CMHA high-rise walls. Eyeballs dilated. High on life with Thai chron' and psilocybin...wait...my fault. My thoughts are echoing. I'm gone from mycology. Is this mic on? Just like Thomas said, "Yahshua haMashiach, my Lord and my God." At the right hand of Abba, Yahovah Adonai on Mount Zion. Through the Lion of the tribe of Judah, I trample on scorpion. Get over here! Spit flame. Fatality. Flawless victory's mine. Call this Mortal-Immortalized Kombat. Bomb Track to rhyme on. Shout out to Zack De La Rocha. True rebel music icon. Cuz' we don't need a king. Save the King of kings. 1st Samuel chapter 8. Why on earth would I want my spawn living in confined bondage to hierarchs when I'm sovereign? Genesis 1. Dominion's mine. Paul tried hard to define our redemption from Adam's high fall at Christ's cross. Justified by God. I'm bought. Now El Shaddai's Law's on my heart. Jeremiah saw it. Chapter 31, 33rd verse. Curse Leviathon. Babylon is fallen. Why not from Firestarter-built pipe bombs? Because until Micah 4:3 it's Luke 22:36 and I've got sidearms. My Glock 9's locked and loaded. Ephesians 6 is what I'm on. Spiritual warfare. Crush the head of the python who defied God. The Messiah taught, in Matthew 6:22-23, our eye's got to be single to be full of light. Darkness is evil, right? Well call me Cyclops. When will the rhyme stop? I'm not sure. This fun guy's on fungi also some northern lights crops. So try stopping it. But why bother? These lines rock. The divine spark inside wants to ignite all of your minds. Walk as Christ walked. In light. Offering self. Like salt, be spice, y'all. Disciples sent to find lost sheep. Us. Livestock, people. Christ's flock. Designed awesome and wonderfully made by YHWH. Most High God. No, I'm not an evolved orangutan like Darwin said. Why are people believing that lie? Stop and examine the facts you blind followers. The first 2 proven and tried laws of thermodynamics quite flawlessly writes off Big Bang evolution as tripe falsehood that's twice wrong. Neil deGrasse Tyson and his life partner, Bill Nye, want life on earth to wipe off and whitewash any erudite-taught concise thought about Intelligent Design brought about by a Supernatural Mind called El Shaddai YHWH Adonai. Modern English: The Lord, Most High, God. But like John and James, the sons of thunder, fire down from Heaven's what I call, similar to Elijah, to smite false prophets of contrived gods. That's why I write songs. After I light bongs I scrawl tight bars. Scribe. Launch. Flight all night long. Rhyme hard. Fight off lies brought by dark sprites taught by cognizant type scholars of an atheistic academia. Tracks are slinged at Goliath. This giant's head must fly off after I knock him down with my rock. And my Rock is Christ. All life's strongholds are cast down by his might, y'all. He loves you. More than you could possibly know. So why not invite God into your life? Call on Him and see for yourself whether I'm wrong. I'm not. I'm just high on life with Thai chron' and psilocybin so in the back of your minds y'all might call I and I off my rocker. Psychotic. A few light bulbs short of a full Lite-Brite box. Minds lost. I'm gone. Right, dawg? Actually, no. You're quite wrong. My beautiful mind's strong like oxen. I pop my fungi and spark my ganj' like Rastafari cuz' my God gave us these gifts after creating us in His image. Sanctified crops. Genesis 1:29; Psalm 104:14. Man I've got literally hundreds of Biblical passages advocating sublime chronic. But temperance is one of the 9 God-ordained spiritual fruits taught by Paul in Galatians 5:22-23 so try moderation guys, dolls. Fly towards sky starlight. Mars lifeforms might swarm right on your right palm. Open it wide. Watch. Wow! I'm high dawg. These mushrooms got me tripping my balls off watching my palm. That's my fault. Oh my God. I'm gone. How much time's gone by on your iPod? iPod? Who uses iPods? I've been using this same rhyme I'm on since back when I started this fine song. And that was like long ago. Yeah, I think it's time that I sign off. Cuz' right now, I'm too dang high on life with Thai chron' and psilocybin, so...Goodbye y'all. #emcee #lyricist #rhymes #bars #godisgood #jesuschrist #lyrics #yhwh #abolishprisons #abolishslavery #yahshua #yahweh #mortalkombat #rageagainstthemachine #zackdelarocha #psilocybin #cannabis #high #drugs #freethemall #firetotheprisons #won21too #cleveland #cmha #intelligentdesign #creationism #mycology #mashia