"Oh give me love over...love over this..."
My politic is quick. It's alive to thrive. A trick of the mind kind to me. Lessons branded into my soul landed past my skin for truth and common sense. My recompense is this foundation station picked up from my youth till now. A culmination of air that brought illumination to know right, left and center don't mean shit without truth. Where judgement is for the weak playin a blame game as they do the same without consequence or care. This common sense of mine wears my scars like fallin stars that need no introduction. I need no gaze or plays for admiration as my station dictates who I am. No need to placate or pander the empty bystander. You ain't got shit to say unless your masters say so. No flow, you lay low, you don't know until your script is ready writ, spit and lit. I've no master save the One teachin all under the sun is vanity.
My mind is kind to me. The truth I see is free. Quick is my trick...my politic...
~Moses Apollo
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