Cupboards Of My Father
Much like the Horn Of Plenty, for the Faithful, nothing is impossible.
No miracle unattainable, no mercies not granted.
For the Faithful servant a share is always set asid.
No storm ever sinks a vessel set upon the right merridian.
Years are added upon the days of the good neighbor.
Well wishers are rewarded with the overflow of blessings,
cannot you see that?
I have come from nothings to obvious blessings,
cannot you look at me and see that?
From Black Panther breakfasts to S.L.A. doctrine all the while alone, simmering in "I don't give a damns!'
Where you are is Dark.
How I know, I've been there.
Why I speak, I care plus I now have written upon a broken heart, Orders.
M.Bryant
3-11-09
No miracle unattainable, no mercies not granted.
For the Faithful servant a share is always set asid.
No storm ever sinks a vessel set upon the right merridian.
Years are added upon the days of the good neighbor.
Well wishers are rewarded with the overflow of blessings,
cannot you see that?
I have come from nothings to obvious blessings,
cannot you look at me and see that?
From Black Panther breakfasts to S.L.A. doctrine all the while alone, simmering in "I don't give a damns!'
Where you are is Dark.
How I know, I've been there.
Why I speak, I care plus I now have written upon a broken heart, Orders.
M.Bryant
3-11-09
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