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FOOD FOR THOUGHT

By Haychie_Artist

By Haychie_ArtistPublished about 2 hours ago 2 min read
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
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The way I write It sounds melodic

Planet earth became demonic

Gods green earth Is what It Is

Calling out the ones I’ll diss

Time Is moving fast like Sonic

Don’t drink Gin what Is a Tonic?

These elites they take the piss

Writing hits you know won’t miss

Life Is one big simulation

Wonder who’s the bigger nation

Certain things are not aligned

Is that why I did not sign (contract)

See my talent yeah these mason

Think they free on this occasion

Know the blueprint of design

Prepped my way behind the line

Systems messed up we do know

Using tools (Media) for them to show

Brainwashing no dishwashing….

Their agenda’s got to go

For my plate I’m moving slow

Smarter ways to be we know

Name dropping I lay watching….

Things are weird we know that no?

Hollywood your time Is coming

Waiting for the second coming

Justice will be served on earth

Guided One will come emerge

Ignorance will flee go running

Truth comes out let’s stop the gunning

Grateful from the time of birth

Brain Is big take notes of girth

Skies are filled with dark clouds

Stress Is high within the crowds

Find our way now back to God….

That’s the shelter we need shrouds

My pitch Is high no Girls Aloud

Cheryl Cole now you’re allowed

Got my cast I’ll bring the pod….

Sharing stories do that loud (Proud)

Sinister Is what I feel

Minister you ain’t that real

Country’s gone like topsy turvy….

That’s your highlight on a reel

Writing rhymes I do appeal

Went through pain on way to heal

Like my things yeah slightly curvy….

Like the curve on road a steal

Crimes are high like rocket no?

Murders on a rise we know

Justice system needs to fix up….

Like a bomb we know will blow

Johnny Depp In film The Blow

Classic movie for the show

Get the righteous In for mix up….

Satanists they need to go

Not a rapper not a capper

Writing stuff don’t need a slapper

Separating cap from truth

Need to make time for the booth

UK rappers are like wrappers

All wrapped In BS what matters

Worked with girl her name was Ruth

Had a voice so high like roof

Deeper down you do your thinking

Prices going up for what….

Cost of living up and slipping

Need a tissue for my snot….

Runny nose Is what they’re giving

Is that why they want a bot….

Replace the humans with those AI

Sounds to me an evil plot….

I ain’t venting have my worries

Is that what Is In our minds….

Maybe me but for the rest though

Deception’s like the window blinds….

Gold Is out there somewhere buried

Why they digging coals and mines….

Prophecies are here all out there

One by one we’ll see through lines….

Staying strong Indeed for ummah

Please forgive me for my sins….

All my past sins major minor

Hope they buried In those bins….

Life’s a lesson we all learning

Perfect teacher with the skins….

But my teacher from my school days

Knew my rhymes one day It wins….

I’m just here just writing rhymes

Making sense I’m not with crimes

Did my crimes when I was younger….

Looking back was different times

Learnt a lot I smell my thymes

Doing good stopped drinking Primes

Taking care now what goes under….

Body needs them lemon limes

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About the Creator

Haychie_Artist

If You’re Having A Bad Day…. It’s Okay

Don’t Be Shy…. My Rhymes Will Deffo Put A Smile On Your Face 🤗

Voice For The Voiceless….

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