Krishna says it's sold

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CHAPTER 1 The ache before wisdom Mate, hard hearts shake Bloody love splits the chest Even kings break Breath caught in flesh Tears ain’t weakness, that is proof God speaks through stress That buried truth Look in, don’t call pain weak Soul cuts through youth CHAPTER 2 The self beyond fear Street names turn smoke You are more than the charge Soul slips the yoke They throw that charge Bodies drop like old coats Flame walks at large Borrowed coats fall Death can tax your flesh, mate Soul ducks that call CHAPTER 3 Action without hunger Move clean, move right Do the work, don’t beg the fruit Karma clocks sight Roots under fruit Real ones feed the whole table Then walk in truth The whole block fed Service makes the street sacred Love stacks real bread CHAPTER 4 Old fire, new street Truth pulls up clean Trackies on, eyes full of dawn Same flame unseen Fresh eyes of dawn Pride gets searched at wisdom’s gate Bow low, move on That sacred gate Knowledge without love turns ice Mercy shifts fate CHAPTER 5 Freedom in the room Freedom walks through noise Past pokies, sirens, side eyes Still keeps its poise Sirens and eyes Gold can turn into handcuffs Open palms rise Those handcuffs fall Peace has teeth behind silence Stillness runs all CHAPTER 6 Mind under command Mind runs like a thief Breath brings stolen wheels back home Discipline eats grief Those wheels roll home God clocks every honest fall No shame when you roam That honest fall Sit with thunder in your ribs Rain crowns it all CHAPTER 7 The source beneath craving Cheap gold likes to shine Real jewels hide in the chest God sits past signs Deep in the chest Every hunger wants one taste Craving gets pressed That one true taste Pain kneels when love answers back Soul leaves the waste CHAPTER 8 The final thought What you chase comes near At the last door of the breath Choose treasure clear That final breath Practice heaven in the mess Now trains death Inside the mess Hold God’s name like streetlight fire Darkness turns blessed CHAPTER 9 Mercy with muscle One leaf, clean and true God takes more than rich men’s gold Heart makes it new Rich men’s gold cold No one is too cooked for grace One turn breaks the mould Too cooked for grace Mercy storms the hardest street God rewrites face CHAPTER 10 Divine flex Bright things all glow Snitching on the source above Borrowed lights show Source high above River, fist, and mother’s laugh All flow from love That mother laugh Don’t kiss sparks like they are God Find the first half CHAPTER 11 Too much truth Truth kicked down the door Time showed teeth in every mouth Small self hit floor That cosmic mouth Suns cracked open over kings Ego faced south Above all kings Bow because the vastness holds God outlasts things CHAPTER 12 Devotion with backbone Love stands with hands Soft heart, steel spine, clean conduct Bhakti commands That clean conduct No envy, no cheap barking God clocks the product Cheap barking drowned Quiet servants shake the room Real love moves sound CHAPTER 13 Know the field Body shifts like cloud You are sky behind the storm Don’t chase the crowd Behind the storm Fear and lust rent little rooms Soul keeps form Those little rooms Pride walks past the buried gold Truth roots and blooms CHAPTER 14 Beyond the moods Highs and lows both ride Light, hunger, sleep take the wheel You sit inside They grab the wheel Witness waits behind the mask Stillness turns steel Behind the mask Mood drums fade down backstreet lanes Soul keeps the task CHAPTER 15 Cut the golden cage Pretty cages shine Velvet bars still hold the bird Cut golden lines They hold the bird Crowds will name you for profit Find the root word For profit they preach Memory, hunger, fire, breath One source feeds each CHAPTER 16 Choose the cleaner gate Power without love Turns a bloke into a blade Cuts from above Becomes a blade Greed licks plates and stays starving Pride gets played Still starving for more Truth, restraint, guts, compassion Clean wealth guards door CHAPTER 17 Faith has flavour What you honour grows Slowly wearing your own face Pick seed that shows Wearing your face Words can poison rooms or heal Speak sacred grace Rooms heal when real Offer labour, thought, and song God stamps the seal CHAPTER 18 Surrender wins Drop the front, come home Grace already knows your face No mask, just bone It knows your face Surrender does not mean loss Scars become grace Does not mean loss Do the work love gives your hands Soul walks across

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