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What r we for.
Why r we here.
Why are we here?
What for?
So i walked for weeks body weak mind willing thats mind over matter first steps of the children. Hajj like a pilgrim, hallaj is the sufi that my minds bent on pilphering.
Got a few questtions….If life started, can it be never ending?
Is free will destinies henchmen?
space and time anuva projection?
Black and white right, I was born on a zen thing, puffing up my chest and starting a rebellion, lovers that we feeling and haters that we fellin, lost in our pretensions.
No relenting, mind bent on change, only money/empty hat no/that we centsing, the bench is a cage, and my cup collects queens heads like Henry the 8th. What was he testing their faith. Or was it there neck as it faced one final embrace. Hallaj… take these questions away.
Why are we here
Where are we from
How do we we stand?
Why run
Problem is I won't ever give up
But that's all they really want from me.
Problem is I can't seem to give up
So that's all i want to do. SET
In the end I won't ever give up,
Seems that's all they really want from me.
Thing is i won't ever give up
Cause thats all they want me to do.
Hallaj, Satoshy my brother, Hallaj.
Groupies, they just distractions like movies
Distracted by cuties, but in truth, it takes the bootie to move me, in the booth, bitch sue me, my voice’ll crack rap like i am pookie, pipe up, then chit chat with a sufi, imbibing the muti, from here to djibouti, Sia suni. And see whose god caught slacking on duty. Can’t conceive the most high wants to rule me. Afterall, how could he, if he made me unruly.
Sacrilage, say that god is urs truly, a mully obsessed with the holy, no couchie, nuffin between us except for the egos and kufis, Gods script, burying teachers like tookie.
Ill say this unilatterly…Good god don’t gives 2 fucks about no flattery, praying is falacy, ur better half shud just smile at every tragedy, grin leakin out ya cheeks, calamity r peak, keeps the smirk from our lips, cause its deep, after the fact they quiver for weeks, while wr weep in our sleep. Better to laugh with the insanity, lest that sweet sweet sound hit the ground and become another casualty.
Hallaj had a question, why the fuck these peeps asking me?
Where r we from
Why are we here
When will we learn
Our will be done
