reggae 2(?)

homeless in dem big world
self-inflict, i suppose
rolled in filth much too long
itsa bout time i've arose

and as i walk down de avenues
won't take dem fake words nor dem sweet smelling flowers
gotta keep on hacking through the overgrown husks
searching for clear droplets of spiritual power

be sure keep in you- at all times
a pure heart, -open eye,- a clear mind
you can't guide yourself up to higher ground
if yur still followin from behind.

never look back, you know
heights can hurt great insights
keep your's intact, stay on track-don't you slack
just above you's de truth, all below you is trite.

and de planet dem hates me
don't know what elates me
silk dressed dem still beggers
coarse rags i stand stately.

but you holdin zion in yur eyes
dis exile's just a disguise of pretend
if you lost n confused cause you caught in dem lies
rewind and play dis shit wonsa gen.
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now if i could just apply this to the life of yours truly...
(if this is total crap, do not hesitate to call me out on it.)