"Jesus chase'n me y'all"
Eddie Cannon127 Plays
•21 Jun 2019
I've run so long my gifts turned spiritual spoil... I'm dungeons of valleys repelled from a high peak's form... A mountainous testimony I've come from sin ugly to handsomely adorn... I'm less than all here & a bit out the norm... But Jesus is my Sacrifice in trials elegant scorn... Denied many my wrongs for years as I reveled in sinful porns... I rent and I rant inside of good -n- evil's callousing charm... And Jesus is faithful to His promise, as I struggle through multiple storms... Dude just carries me as I lay scared and alone in His cradled arms...no w Jesus and His written -n- red scriptures proven as real revelations at arms... Blown mind is mine as I attempt in self destructive harms... It's a giddy up & go, a pinch & a poke, I'm seductions alarm... It's a big bang for Mr. Ed as Gyp is stabled inside of convictional barns... And I bind stories into beauty's cypher, as I crochet these veins like yarn... And remorse is remorse, of course of course... Lest of course Mr. Ed's on point, truth straight from the mouth of the horse... And my careful observations so revealing, I'm addictions source... As I spe realed off into "don't give a damn's" fork... And I'm a preachers "soul winning sport"... Hell I'm at a loss for words & I'm confusion's force... And I'm hurting at the cost of fun, bruises, and the chores... But it matters not anymore, my chances galore... Who needs the lottery, I was born to overcome poor... in this life of poetry & writing I win, better check the score... I'm conveniently stocked in my centers core, I'm solidiquid ice water veins, just call me ice gyp for short my heart's rate is àt the blood pressure point of a bi-polar ice storm, changed my ways so much while growing old that I've transformed, into the stronger coarse of a wiser course, I'm so Optimus in my Prime that ima transform into a Porshe, then drag race everybody to ever doubt me and outrun em just for sport, Tighten up like Sammy Kershaw and become the Charlie Daniels of my wrenched life that's torqued, Or actually view my life from the yard sale prices on my porch, but my dreams keep a pushing me somewhat more toward da North, I dream so damn big that ima be known as the rapper with a torch, naw bruh? Think bigger and more so on the Olympic platforms/ And this is me in love with myself and living the life I'm about to perform and at my peak's form...
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thanks so much for some real feedback that I can use!!! and do something with , I am so grateful @DRAZZ ? LOL I CAN'T SPELL DRAZZ LIKE YOU GOT IT THOUGH
dope but Don't talk too close to microphone next time 💯
I've run so long my gifts turned spiritual spoil... I'm dungeons of valleys repelled from a high peak's form... A mountainous testimony I've come from sin ugly to handsomely adorn... I'm less than all here & a bit out the norm... But Jesus is my Sacrifice in trials elegant scorn... Denied many my wrongs for years as I reveled in sinful porns... I rent and I rant inside of good -n- evil's callousing charm... And Jesus is faithful to His promise, as I struggle through multiple storms... Dude just carries me as I lay scared and alone in His cradled arms...no w Jesus and His written -n- red scriptures proven as real revelations at arms... Blown mind is mine as I attempt in self destructive harms... It's a giddy up & go, a pinch & a poke, I'm seductions alarm... It's a big bang for Mr. Ed as Gyp is stabled inside of convictional barns... And I bind stories into beauty's cypher, as I crochet these veins like yarn... And remorse is remorse, of course of course... Lest of course Mr. Ed's on point, truth straight from the mouth of the horse... And my careful observations so revealing, I'm addictions source... As I spe realed off into "don't give a damn's" fork... And I'm a preachers "soul winning sport"... Hell I'm at a loss for words & I'm confusion's force... And I'm hurting at the cost of fun, bruises, and the chores... But it matters not anymore, my chances galore... Who needs the lottery, I was born to overcome poor... in this life of poetry & writing I win, better check the score... I'm conveniently stocked in my centers core, I'm solidiquid ice water veins, just call me ice gyp for short my heart's rate is àt the blood pressure point of a bi-polar ice storm, changed my ways so much while growing old that I've transformed, into the stronger coarse of a wiser course, I'm so Optimus in my Prime that ima transform into a Porshe, then drag race everybody to ever doubt me and outrun em just for sport, Tighten up like Sammy Kershaw and become the Charlie Daniels of my wrenched life that's torqued, Or actually view my life from the yard sale prices on my porch, but my dreams keep a pushing me somewhat more toward da North, I dream so damn big that ima be known as the rapper with a torch, naw bruh? Think bigger and more so on the Olympic platforms/ And this is me in love with myself and living the life I'm about to perform and at my peak's form...
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