….difficulties ahead; have to bring your knees up over your shoulders to get over, the struggle ain’t over and we don’t have a rover, for the bumps, humps , lumps, and massive jumps we have to get over, great boulders attempt to hold us, but we move without notice, no time for disclosure, you just have to know the system lies to get over, so no one knows you except Jehovah, there will be no exposure, so hold your composure; dire straits is the only way to escape the rape and the hate. Excess baggage will have to be thrown over the side, so we can streamline and climb, we have little time and we down to our last dime. But stay calm and don’t lose your head even though we in the red, life ain’t one big spread we’d all be dead.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2022 07:49
- Category: Unclassified
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