just realized being honest with myself if I'm going to write a letter to God I'm writing a letter to myself, no I'm not conceited and no I won't repeat it because that would be a waste of energy and on some God shit I can't do that then there too much to the point where it was toxic now I'm no longer enabling those illogic behavioral patterns gaslighting through positive comments we call them compliments but it's more like praise for not accomplishing shit seriously I mean I get everybody gets a trophy, but why doesn't the person who put in the most work get the most attaboy or recognition or respect like pay homage where it's due and it's really hard for me to break this song down into a piece they can be easily listen to without being confused because on God shit I never come off topic always Divine logic don't fall for the guy in the sky complex perspective, reach for the sky right go for a heavens no that you are as good as anything God ever made or anything at least more than you been told, if I could prove you wrong would you care to believe? or would you remain in the same space floating along your ignorant bubble saying grace when your words are all muddled you can barely see your face to the ignorant stain why would he answer when you pray just leave the phone hung up you never answer when I see that number on my spirit tech unfathomable to any man or what he's able to do. if your Kane then I'm able to you. don't get twisted not some sick shit, just a brother no more no less, so I ain't going to enable you to be came in the actual sense of a cannibal. nowadays Mickey D's is serving up plenty of plates full of canes brother Abel enabling the people to annoyingly become cane, mystery meat. the worst thing you can do for yourself is not be grateful you pretty much asking for hell because when my ass got sent to hell and I thought of a way to change my perspective to the point where hell became irrelevant, I guess I became enlightened for the hell of it got up out of there celebrated infinitely in limbo, sight just kidding that shit ain't fucking fun it's almost worse than hell yo. at least I was interesting shit was always happening in limbo the track in a gray and black painting a photo everything feels like a dream for nothing moved nothing's Rose there's no space even if it appears just like time it's an illusion and when you realize it it was a bad taste. so again when I'm on my God shit I'm on top of it I won't profit for a profit that's backwards why would I have stick to matrix to perform spiritual work only to accept play currency and play energy fake money that was made by The Flesh Rich. I'm gold in my soul rich holding the key codes like super genie cheat codes hacking The matrix, im disguised as an agent, but really I'm the one. so just for fun I play along and forget that I was disguised as an agent now I'm deep in some play shit, some help the agents keep people trapped in this incarnation, Joe's on them I don't know how to do that all I do is vanish and spell trap release energies to escape where they came from, they just want to move who am I to damn them and who are you to curse me you can't do that your words won't touch me or hurt me I'm from high up thought you knew that when messing with DM wouldn't want to be in bowel movement waste literally can't stand poop, so that's you? don't be surprised if I flush you. apologies sure but I will not ever pretend to even say I'm sorry, and from your perspective I probably seem disrespectful in uncharming, matter of fact there's probably alarms going off in head, even though they're wrong you should probably think them, yes then because they're separate from you you just forget that agents crossed your wires and made you forget that you run the show and not the other way friend. know when to roll, and no one to fold, but when you know that the whole thing is staged and predetermine you just got a kind of find a new role.