Introduction to the last of earth as the mission is to reach heaven: Words are spoken falling into love as my warrior spirit grows stronger daily and nightly these changes bring on vitality to succeed from earth soulfully reaching heaven is all i got at times. I outlaw constantly being careful to not lose my skills and gifts plus i got tools. Who is there to help me out when at my best? Only the rulette rushing with those bullets as no plant grow fully on the outside but only deeper into the earth's core as the roots spread along the crevices to reach out to seek more water to calm or rapidly increase temperature when the sun shining heat of meek or maybe society is jacked up so my queens clap up removing all kings to be myself as different aspects knowing peace got other missions to be handled. Peace got kids and woman but i have none so what is fore me to accomplished? An era of battlement constantly daily over the lower half defeating fights all the time. My weakness sometimes creep on my wanting to knock me off my feet as genocide ride slowly upon me asking when we gon' hit homicide up fore the plan...i love suicide as it kills me bad fore the worst bringing out the good. Imagine a rose if you will sacrificing weight to grow up taller which are the burdens of life as sometime i hold on to the luggage overwhelming my aura to be good...i love my boo in turquoise always dancing in my head distributing care into the pockets of my table leveling me out when depression drags me down into the depths where many fallen leak out gravity of blood spilled on the floors or hanging themselves or maybe i'll be good better off by myself holding on stronger dealing two to the enemy's chess and i must confess war is no joke as it starts with self.