Wow! the last monkeyfuck
I'll account this one to luck
I'm not going to take chances anymore
like sure things and I'm sick of being poor
I'm gonna pull my brother up
could I feel right supping this
overflowing cup
Scripture is a font of verse
I already used the old prescription
here comes the reverse
I'm gonnas show you purity
of essence
I'm gonna rock
the eternal presence
and laugh almighty
at the petty obstacles
they are like so many
opportunistic barnacles
I feel the might of the
moment
I relax, recall the test of
the foment
it will be what it is
I will recruit
talent
they will perceive
just
what
I
meant
what
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