This is not optional everyday is an obstacle trying get that bag while staying legal as possible. Now a days even the Internet feds be watching you.
So watch what you post and what you say, that shit may come back and make you pay. And it’s not about being afraid it’s about being aware that they dare take our privacy our cookie cache and make into history, enough data collected to solve any mystery. But yet don’t know who was the gun man in biggie or pac beef.
These thoughts have got me researching the matrix until I make sense of it all, how so many problems can be solved in the snap of some fingers but they rather see us fall, at war.
They declared war on us a long time ago and built a new Slave system. No one was freed just changed, brainwashed and stricken. From disease, chemical, and tactical aspects theses chemtrails got my body sick but my mind stay conscious of its consciousness and through it what I believe is so, so let me pull out the manifesto
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Alfred Cosme
I write as a hobby. Mostly as hobby to pass time. I do a lot of reading and research and formulate theories, history, and more. I love the writing process and also always have been a poet. I write a lot of poetry✌🏼❤️
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Poem 4
I don't have no time to be wasting, a young dude but I'm aging, mind just racing, speed 186,000 miles per second. So don't have no time for regretting, I'm accepting every move good or bad as a lesson. Keep it pushing until I'm on top of this shit, stacks upon stacks and all that shit legit. Hot off the presses, have them girls shaken off they dresses. Do you get the message. Balling want to be balling, big hitter with the maybach shot calling. And I hear it calling, so past me the cell so I can cast a spell make the world my hell. Oh I mean playground as I play around with the masses asses dancing to the bass’s , I really want to have this. Dream of a singer a dancer a artist. Just need some money to start this. What can a man do I this new world which is untrue, unbelievable, inconceivable, how can one make it, without having to fake it or break it. Any laws I mean stay clean no dirt in the streets. That life is for the weak. My life is a legacy a legend in the making the lion becoming king you’ll see. Just follow me on my adventure, I promise you pain and pleasure as I search for purpose and my true treasure.
By Alfred Cosme3 years ago in Poets
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