Hello, My name is Cardie - Are you listening
To my brothers and sisters in the global village?
I've been sent to deliver
A message of hope and giving
From within the blessings grow into the living sentence
As you witness
The Liquid Mystic from the District
Equipped to spit encrypted wisdom
From visions that were written.
If you listen, the bigger picture will hit you
As I emit the fitness of my wind - pen - and images
Transmitted through the synergies of infinity
From within the women, "I Be"
Of Liquid - skin and energy
From The District of wicked men
Whose dependence on iniquity for the existence of business, Sickens me!
And they want to call ME nigger
I'm more like enigma 'cause my riddle's hard to figure.
Like a lock-clock or heart
Indoctrinated by the Arts
Adopted by you can't stop
Prosthetic heart valve operation taught me
That I'm a prophet by poetic proxy
With flows like Pac, but Cardie
Mock me but you shocked by cardiac artist
With a heart that works the hardest to harvest
The secrets of the lost empires
Inspires me to seek what I desire
Speak the Water and the fire
I'm aligned with the higher power
Divine prowess
Devour any mind that towers over mine 'til I combine
What was destined for me to find until my final hour
A higher power has allowed me, so I shall
Shower verbs and nouns aloud-to the crowds
Thou has endowed me to empower those around me to be prouder
Feel the power of my liquid prowess
The victim of sickness then...
But now, I'm a fisherman of men
I conditioned the dIscipline of my sin
To depend on the wisdom of the whispers within
To send me spinning into the dimension of the pre-emptive sentence in my pen
Interdependent like women and men
"In the beginning"-to the end
I defend my opinion with wind & pen and in the skin of my descendants
But when sin killed faith
And me assimilate to hate
The Creator sent an agent to infiltrate the races...
I made it!
Played the slave through the pages of my DNA in phases I escaped into today's stages
In this conscious meditation
Soul consolidation
Fade from awake to infinite space and my imagination
Escapes through flows a pen and a paper
Thoughts and spoken vapor
Blessed with the quest to express my nature
Divine assimilation
A nation impatiently waiting for domination through pre-emptive occupation
Represent the office through a black face
Then I awaken
In the Nation's Capital
Temptation will trap if you don't take control of your faculties
Gradually, your soul will take a toll in tragedies
If you don't flow with the strategies, of gravity
Magically...through faith, wisdom and technology
I evolve to be, of all harmony with God and the laws that follow me
...A pause...my father's calling me through illusion
This is the truth, I didn't choose it
I've been through numerous blood transfusions, so you can assume I love humans
My mood exudes the beauty of the moon and the Truth and Food
Through the confusion I conclude, that with the fusion of the music,
I could choose what illusions turn into blessings
'Cause the music is a transcending message
That penetrates your flesh and permeates throughout your essence
A reflection of the Creator's affection of perfection in the flesh...
So never underestimate the depths of my intelligence.
Every second is relevant in this flesh and skeleton
We dwelling in
Blessed with the protection of the melanin
I detect perfection in my fellow men
As we are connected to the tethers of together...in the collective of heaven
Forever in a second
Whether of the flesh or angelic
I was blessed with breath after two deaths so I can't rest until I tell it.
Development of the fusion of awareness
'Cause the truth is esoteric
When you hear it
From a natural black aquarius
Trapped in various precarious scenarios scaring us
Preparing us
To bear within Us
The brunt of want and lust
I must trust my gut
I'm on the cusp
But cusp of what?
I discuss these issues with my sisters and brothers.
Thanks for listening.
I love you!