They want a finished product but I’m always under construction, analyzing in real-time, spreadsheet PowerPoint testing functions
Better than repairs, a new creation, renewing the mind outside the cave of limited human understanding, battling fleshly desires, that black tar
Praising God Almighty, praising Jesus Christ, hated because I’m not in love with worldly advice, they swear my pinkies stay up, pedestal glowing with bursting bright lights whenever wherever I show up
Oh he too good, stopped smoking cigarettes and weed, thinking now he’s sinless with a license to hate on southern streets, like his flesh doesn’t scheme, even miss the mark within dreams
I’m listening to James, slow to speak quick to hear slow to anger, can’t apologize for changing because seasons do, you want the same predictable patterns repeating repetitive repetitions redundancy station
I’ll continue learning throughout my, get over thy self, vacation.
