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#youwillnotkillmetoday (NPM2017 20)

death will come on the day it wants dressed as it pleases at the time he chooses death will come of that there is little doubt how it will be received is the matter here #youwillnotkillmetoday with ignorance because you … Continue reading

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1 if by faith (NPM 2017 19)

  1 if by faith lined up next to none talking about chances found rolling down hill looking for a way up out of no way 1 if by faith best intentions with the devil over your shoulder young bucks … Continue reading

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Brick House Women (NPM2017 15)

brick house women don’t dream God they dream of the ocean walking on water through fire of rising like mist over rivers overcoming with the sunrise standing up when the sun sets when they dream of falling they then dream flying … Continue reading

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discontinued (NPM2017 14)

  dispossessed in america a discontinued import left on the shelf shuffled and warehoused placeholders redlined into neighborhoods they will build in like worker ants creating everything from black market to co-op economics that will be contained bombed burned envied … Continue reading

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in praise of memory(NPM2017 13)

i remember to remember i remember born knowing i remember knowing before knowing i remember sankofa bird on my doorstep singing the ocean for me every step i take every breath i take wind and dirt instruct me i remember … Continue reading

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dream still (NPM2017 12)

I still dream flying free I dream the rising after free-falling   after the ocean after seasoned breaking shattered into a million pieces blown like dry thistle into the whirlwind circling reality not able to land no resting place the purge … Continue reading

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neither wolf nor sheep (NPM2017 11 )

prophets are often thrown into the lion’s den not knowing true lions are friends to guerilla’s in your midst seeking higher paths upholding righteousness invested in the movement of the pendulum that signifies the moral arc go ask Daniel go … Continue reading

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