The Source
I'd like to speak on the non physical violence
The one left in silence
The one left in rivals and stifled idols amongst the tides mugs
Abuse ain't all physical
And torment ain't all mental
Do we know ourselves?
Can I speak to you?
Can I tell u my dreams?
Well I can tell u all abuse ain't what it seems
We worry about outer bruises but never fix the inner muses
We focus on the skin turned black and purple
But never recognize that the worst abuse is verbal
the worst force
But we must conquer the source
& handle verbal abuse with no remorse
Bc I wanna speak life into my life
You should wanna speak life into your wife and make EVERYTHING alright
Can I see more men, be men.
Can I see more genuine romance?
And all of our desires to win?
We have to be nice to get everything right
We can't fight fire with fire
It's an empty desire.
I wanna conquer the evils of time
I wanna see all women's heart smile & not cry
I'm tired of asking pain why
I'm tired of asking God to get me by when I'm here on earth and my Gods heart is shy, black and blueing my eye, to the remnants of evil when they are high, drunk and despised
I'm tired !
We are tired,
But we are also a force.
So let's talk to our kings & conquer the source
The one left in silence
The one left in rivals and stifled idols amongst the tides mugs
Abuse ain't all physical
And torment ain't all mental
Do we know ourselves?
Can I speak to you?
Can I tell u my dreams?
Well I can tell u all abuse ain't what it seems
We worry about outer bruises but never fix the inner muses
We focus on the skin turned black and purple
But never recognize that the worst abuse is verbal
the worst force
But we must conquer the source
& handle verbal abuse with no remorse
Bc I wanna speak life into my life
You should wanna speak life into your wife and make EVERYTHING alright
Can I see more men, be men.
Can I see more genuine romance?
And all of our desires to win?
We have to be nice to get everything right
We can't fight fire with fire
It's an empty desire.
I wanna conquer the evils of time
I wanna see all women's heart smile & not cry
I'm tired of asking pain why
I'm tired of asking God to get me by when I'm here on earth and my Gods heart is shy, black and blueing my eye, to the remnants of evil when they are high, drunk and despised
I'm tired !
We are tired,
But we are also a force.
So let's talk to our kings & conquer the source
Evie. Evieeeee. This is beautifully spilled. It is full of compassion and a soft anger .... I love it.
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