Poem In Progress

Timeless beauty that never wanes,

the bod may sleep,

but spirit remains,

be still my heart,

be quick my brain,

for the lady walks in truth,

and bears His name.

Prized over gold and Midus' touch-

jewels, gemstones, and the such,

are light as air to virtuous,

and as dull and dark as Erebus.

2nd Letter to Layla Khepri

You have a flow,
but you spit the same thing.
Life isn't about paper stacks,
your gold leaves a green ring.
You've got the game confused...
You don't know what you rep.
You're growing backwards.
This isn't an evolutionary step,
it's a mutation that is killing the scene.
I'm not trying to be mean,
this is more of a lament.
You're throwing a precious gift away,
misusing your talent.

I'll Follow

Girl you don't need starch,
my flow's so hard,
it'll straighten out a boulevard,
some dudes just need to stop rappin',
you sound like you got your inspiration from a birthday card,
crusader please,
get down on your knees,
pray and never cease,
follow His will 'til sweet release,
I dwell on peace,
and trust me,
I'm just hairy,
there's no wolf beneath this fleece,
however when it comes to rhymes I'm a beast,
alright,
I'm probably the least,
but the first finish last,
and even though I'm passed and even lapped,
He supplies me with infinite mana,
so I'm never tapped,
overflow me with Your spirit,
I pray my vessel's never capped,
open and close my doors,
He's lookin' out,
so I'm never trapped,
I'll go where You send me,
and trust in You that I'll adapt,
I'm never lost,
You've got it mapped,
and even when I'm strapped for cash,
it's to You that I'll dash,
in the end money's paper,
why litter the streets of gold with some trash.