Spiritual ego-tripping (poem)

I'm the thuggish version of Gibran Khalil Gibran
I'm the spirit of God, son of a man
I'm the holy gangsta never been a criminal
Never leaded youngsters to jail or something similar
"Get your money boy the legal way"
Said Cube, and I apply it all the way
I'm spiritual like Rumi, lyrical like Paz
The pen is my crony and pain is my gas
Haters once got me they played a dirty game
They took my feelings as a joke but who should I blame
Troubled and confused I fell in their trap
It's something that I regret it was my biggest crap
It broke my heart and hurt my beloved
But time is healing, I'll rise again to never be stopped
That love lasted for years and it will last forever
Separation didn't kill it and soon we'll be together
The enemy envy me waiting for my collapse
But I'm a huge storm taking his life while he naps
Haters I'm the thunder, I'm Jah punishment
Falling like bombs on your fortress turn it to fragments

I'm too honore, I'm the pride of my ancestry

You just some feelings traders, sex mercenary

I'm Enoch in the forth sky closer to divinity

You are the people of sin, Sodom the shame of humanity

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