"Human Race"

 

By Abpoetry 

You fell too many times til you fell on your face.

Taking problems into your own hands, you need

space.

I don't know what this means for the human race.

But I'll give anything right now to see your face.

Pushing and pacing fast in this life,

Motherfuckas want to put you down in low vibes,

Hoping and wishing that the future stays bright,

But let alone voting for somebody that you don't like,

Our feelings and emotions of holding on to the physical 

will always up and fade anyway if the attachment is

deep,

I know that you weak,

You hold on to the wrong beliefs,

And when push comes to shove , you gonna' have to

release,

Freeverse and haikus,

The truth is in plain view,

The truth that I spew,

Its up to you to listen you fools.

You fell too many times til you fell on your face.

Taking problems into your own hands, you need

space.

I don't know what this means for the human race.

But I'll give anything right now to see your face.

"Still Sane"

 

By Abpoetry

Severance from low vibrations

bombarded me with so much love,

Don't tolerate hatred from anyone.

If I gave you the key to life then,

Let's all take the time to learn,

Bathing all our skins in this here sun.

Doves fly low even in turmoil,

But we can reach a brand new high,

Let's see how the "tough ones" really last.

Third eye on fuego no burn out,

Still sane even in this world,

Everytime I find out evils afoot, I laugh.

Some people gotta leave and some people gotta stay,

But it don't mean nothing when it all ends,

Some people gotta leave and some people gotta stay,

But it don't mean nothing when it all ends.

"HIBISCUS / Through The Fog"

 

By Abpoetry 

Shaping the energy to suit interest,

Tired of the corruption but they grow restless,

Taking a look at our skin, then take a piss,

Vibrations is up ,the energy is hibiscus,

Throw you in a cop car with no witness,

When our powers manifest will we forget this? 

We all swim in water looking for the big fish,

The end is coming love might need a big wish list...

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Through it all , through the fog

I escaped , I prevailed,

I rose up ,Where are the flowers?

not to grieve , but to flow, 

But to live , but to float,

through it all , through the fog,

When I Rose , I got big,

I got power , i'm an x-man,

Comic accurate , off the page,

I got this , I got,

Stop looking at your mothafuckin' faults,

Let it build you up,

I know you're not used to being taught, 

when feelings surface,

Your time and love used to be bought,

I'll let you know real quick,

My intentions is not to see you at all,

But we all fall for the weirdest fucking things going all these separate ways,

Words we never have to say, 

if you like to manipulate and sway,

get out of the way,

 I mean really do you wanna waste your time staring into space?

"Projected Mother"

 

By Abpoetry

If you think that the weather's real, 

then you really smokin' vapors, 

trap us with the snowstorms, then collect the papers,

Get bombarded by a hurricane that lasts for 3 days,

Then come back out of nowhere for 1 day,

Don't make no sense,

Oh N.A.S.A. , No You mean (not a space agency),

Makes all the fake ass clouds , ya' mind in vacancies,

They can see,

The more clouds they make steadily blocks the sun from 

9 ether beings , 9 times out of 10,

We can't be wall-E,

Not enough.

RFID chips in raindrops that can't stop me,

Used to be afraid of these storms now they don't like me,

Datas been collected , the weather is protection,

The ancestors are back to fold the devil ,

No hype beast.

"Mind Deep Fried"

 

By Abpoetry 

Mistakes Mistakes,

I'm wondering how much more I need to take,
The earth it shakes,
You got some kind of scenario to depopulate,
Fix the drapes,
The outside is looking in and there is no escape,
You capsulate,
In your pineal gland they will penetrate,
Sometimes I Wonder If I,
Was Ever Meant For This Life,
The Slow Decline Of The internet Won't Allow
You To Fly,
They Will Deep Fry Your Mind,
As You begin To Unwind,
Can't Believe Some People Think That It'll Be
Nothing Shortly After You Die,
I'm done with the helping the people that wanna' be slaves,
give them Tubman Gaze,
After awhile the sick world becomes a maze,
Elongated hallways,
Generational curses will mark your days,
Oh! You still ain't became shit?
Prepare to join the race,
We don't even need a president, Y'all shoulder cryin',
While the bible lyin',
Just a bunch cameos and tie-ins,
Just an underlinin'.