Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Me-rii Ku-ri-su-ma-su
Some thoughts are better expressed in rhyme-age. Merry Christmas from Nippon I rock microphones/ straight from my dome from this foreign land I roam/ across Pacific shores I still rep the truth for you and yours/ from the ceiling to the floors, from your bones to pores/ not just a rap or freestyle my journey more than 8 mile/ launching more boom than any sonic from Guile/ sincerely speakin' Father God still my shining beacon/ 'til I stop breathin' His spirit the company I'm keepin'/ Japan and America so much the same, that it's strange/ unconcerned with change, they'd rather count loose change/ from heaven they're far, obsessed with Coach bags, clothes and cars, commercialism's a disease infinitely deadlier than SARS/ the Last Samurai, call me Katsumoto with book and pencil/ holy faith keeps me armored and my swords are mental/ opening blind eyes with light from a holy path/ I'm out to slay Omuras obsessed with chasing cash/ agape love is Heaven's gift, yet people continue to drift/ always afloat without purpose, fooled by the myth/ ignorant people need to see the point like a needle/ materialism is lame and is makin' their souls feeble/ an authentic Christmas is about a single birth/ God came as man and changed the whole Earth... Blessings to all. |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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