Dedication

Hot breath and meditation, blew outta inspiration,

to the sweet thought of the declaration the u.s has put on this nation,

in the great books of history,

my life is still a mystery more like a puzzle that ain't bin put together yet, got dreams to be a star,

seen a little girl that grew apart, from her dreams,

where she thought up how sweet it was to see the man of her dreams appear right by her rear,

to put her to bed, a kiss on the head and inform her how clear it was to allow all her dreams to come true, 

one day she became a singer and made up a little song called dreams of mine, and dedicate it to her little sister,

who is a spitting image of her mister who is there father who died, in the war way up in iraq,

like I say baby Shaq has friends who care about his education, honest to the thought that this country has fought to clear our rights as an American nation,

I claim I'm at peace, but I respect the soldiers that gave up there lives to prove that a gun and a knife can silence no one,

to prove my point this sayin I quote, bob marley is gone but his legend lives on,

I live by this quote in one of his songs that goes like this " one love... One heart... Let's get together and feel alright",

I made my dedication, when I tide my laces based on who I wanted to become,

when I lowered my gun from the top of my temple, to the garbage disposal,

I dedicate these instrumental words of wisdom, to the women that I got inked on ma power arm,

because fighting cancer was a battle she lost, but I smile not because she's gone,

but because she stress no pain and she pains no more, I didn't write this god did, but my heart dedicated it to her,

life got it's history, and the timeline is ever lasting,

gotta take advantage of the past things, because the presents run across your presence when your not present the pain is unpleasant,

but living in the moment is the way of life, I speak the truth as I hold this mic,

and say this is where I went right,

sleeve less thoughts, decdication is not ma fault but spit harder then average,

if I could choose my life again, I think that I woulda chose to be a pacifist,

some that fought no activists, but fought for peace,

inhale and release be happy because the dedication goes to those that lost there passion to see What really happend to there dreams,

dedication to those that died trying to beat the streets, I dedicate this to all my big brothers, pick one it's this or the other,

in dedication to the woman who birthd me,

My Mother

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