Take Hold
On the grind to make my dreams come true
The heart of a loin
I roar
As I soar the hells of earth.
I see no poverty
I see gold
Glaring in my path
Waiting on me to take hold
This life is only an illusion
My true presence lies in heaven
But I been shown the delusions
Of the beasts
So I ride my great horse
I soar with the stars
Fighting and destroying all enemies at their threshold.
Behold my might
This is not fabrications
Nor is it hallucinations
This is the branding of a new nation
Devised by God almighty
So take hold of the gratification
And the spoken words
Sent from above
Indulge on the sweet nectar,
The tasty morsels of what I have to say,
I’m speaking to the young, the old,
So the dead in Christ can now
Rise and walk down the path paved,
Arise and see thought my eyes.
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