💚 UNITY ♒

When IMAGINATION, REALITY, and SPIRITUALITY are spliced  to become ONE, we are whole_ in tune with frequency of LOVE.
LOVE, in it's many forms, is who we are. WE ARE LOVE.
Recognition of [MIND] [BODY] [SOUL] allows us to get a perspective from three points of "view".

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When we find our Self in spiritUAL form, we now are free from thoughts_ or imagination, and we're free from using our five senses with our bodies back in "reality".
🌊Imagine a ripple in water, only in it's "free form" flowing in the this space we call AIR- we can receive this wave in several ways, thanks to our intricate system of extrasensory interaction with time and space. We learn to surf these waves steadily as we condition our 'chakra' to work together as ONE combined sense to take on sound [intimately] and become the pulse that is; Become the water, become the UNIVERSE as you interact with physics and allow this ❤ beat to be the energy that carries you through your perspective/ IMAGINATION, in connection with the REALITY of the artist'S emotion. In this plane I call [HEAVEN], our free form can dance with relatives_ \relating to the expressions shared by our Family.

       ⚡{BEAR NECESSITIES}⚡

_The realization of this aware/conscious state opens us up to endless routes of communication that, to me is truly Magic...TRUE 'SIGHT' FOR THE ETERNAL HIGHWAY THAT IS: "HEAVEN".
AwakeNing~
The road begins within YOU, and what is projected from your EYE is created from what your 3 forms of Self "eat".

WE are what we eat.

>WE ARE HERE<  >>now... .. .

The potent stuff is LIFE is free...
¤ good food = PEACE | LOVE | HAPPINESS = FRUIT OF LIFE ~
¿ I thought that tree only bared for those who were saved after the "world ended"? I guess when you break down the parables, and 'SEE' the moral, it's something you can't put into words;

>This Family< is built on that common consciousness and provides a smooth trip i call "Church": fellowship with LOVED ones.

We are the CHOSEN ONES.
Who's coming with me?

~T.A.P.

God blesses.

Diggys!!!

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Gift Rap for Nadiah:

Sometimes a gift comes from some time trapped when im cursed. Dug deep to scar the parts where im at home on my throne/ Star gazin', tryin' to make my hate widdle just a wittle hope in my statement. I'm free freignin' on in this shit hole~ little by little, i'm tickled by fiddle's and high on planes and trains when i'm Cope. I'm stained with glaze, then I'm gazin' panes when I'm broke. Grazin' plains and stick with Citizen's Cane, blazed when i smoke_savin' the coke. Then Why can she take her away when im dope?

Why cant we stay HERE when im stoked¿

I stare at her pictures, gaze at her face_ and IT hurts. 

Then i'm rain, and sky knows.. 

She knows when my change is painted, then she signs me by showing traces of my ghosts in the skie's roe. 

Daddy issues makin' strains in her home, shit in the sheets, leavin' stains to match the verse while she lays in her crib, pacin' her "eye dome". 

I'm sorry stinky poop, i can ease your pain now with my trust. Patience lil' lady, i'm makin' this my gut. I'm loyal to this game, and the game is whatever we're playin' this day, it's a free nation, skip the bus.. ..this day is yours_ call it a day's inn. I'm dazed, and Mom's dumb. Kick start.. Pfft, It's my part! Dumb luck got this fire to start. i was the kids martyr from the start! And Kid staRts 'US _ I'm stayin' in the mix. This IS HOME! 

Park bus. 

You think you know the struggle? I promise i lived harder from the start. [I WILL] work for my kins security, i won't chance a stand-in.. Step up, i taught her how to dance_and sleep and fart! I also taught her not to use her hands to pull her weight, but to crawl with her legs by stoppin' for a juice and letting her use grass to prove some physics=

and it proved fit then-

whilst smooth passin' through the park. 

I lose passion when I'm bein too passive with this spark! 

My two is seated, table's set, so get to and free-lance. I'm contracted, and dudes leavin'-even if i have to pay a dude with a gold tooth to treat him! Contact Syn..Gooddimmm! Lol, Cold truth. I'm internally bleedin'. It's nothing personal. Just Daddy's business and i'm done playin'. God Diem! All work these day, and my old ways can fade once we lay him, 6 feet grim, or accidentally leave dude splayed out on the tracks...weight in, played out like he drank too much_ smelln' like a bag of hot nickels, surrounded by bottles and cans from his week past.. waitin' for the next train to speed past, Jones, and piece him out like his trunk full of weed packs...

Thank you much, drones..

I'm no different save for my bank's too much. That just makes me richer, homie! That's why i call her when I'm makeshift. I make my shifts. In my free time, i write these lines, but you can never free time when you are now somehow stuck on right, right when your wrong, at least when viewed by new Light, but new Light isn't free_ it's a clue that hits dude like new bong. I'm makin' hits!

"Dude! We're ripped, is this in a new song?!" 

Chokin' up on the phone just at the thought of how much i need to soothe mom. Immature in the sense of truth, i say, but i get the "poõpon"..... my disease expensed her salary, and now I'm labeled high end_ 'grey shit', i raided purse, so irrated in my shame its why i rate this move werd by night_and fly by day, pace is bliss.

Mind my name. Mein namme ist crime and its why I hate that i misused kind and picked to play rather than prove worth to her.. I refused to find a common place to drain the grime, so i mind all the time i missed 'cus my crime was prick.

I feel like i primely skipped 1&2 _ yet 3 is saving 4 to find 5 in sense and please mind my 6's and 7's, my eye is 11. Infinity is late, but at 8 i still get gay and wait by the door for her get back to find us re-winding our tapes, or drivin' and clappin' patty cakes, fryin' some imaginary dinner to feed Daddy with dry plates. Playin' earthquake, earth divin' with her Dad~ we're heard ripe with laughs, til we crash in the pillows_ even for the thirtieth time in a row, we get so high and freakin' hide out like were implying that the ghost's can't just float through the hole in my bed_skiirt.. by 9.. ..i'm tryin' to bide my time 'till when i get to show off my pride_ when the tide sets and i can slide my princess to her crib without a stir, sharp breath, or heart skip, skip the beat thing, the hearts best.

My LOVE is steering this boat- It's soul strayed. I'm synced in with my seedling, telepathic with this D.-thing-{N.A.} strand, King, nicht . Please don't be salty that my banding is outstanding. My hand schemes stand out because i cant sing without this grand ring. And in every punn i intend to brow with these_ i'm a p.o.w. too, mia: most intellectual amoeba. Oh but I'm so slow, and i'm stoned and broke... Well screw you, WHY? 'Cus im homegrown. In the dark. When¿ right Where i flow- that's my zen. Underground. 'O.M.' is initially a mantra, but "Other Music" comes from T.A.P. as well..and floats~ HOW, then, can i prow with ease and allow my crown to know pen? Please, I'm a single celled organ with some singles, a cell, and a war tune to vent. I won't stand for more ignorance. Bitch, please¿ i got more amends to prove. More proof, i meant! My daughter wants me around. And i got more of these. ..

Im spent...

Depression~

Deep in this "ionosphere", or sleepin'__tryin' not to tweek, and missing the times__Wishin' my mom was here.. Dwellin' on abuse, BUT NOTHIN'! 'Cus Nothing gets too high and heddy- so that i feel my mind and muscles getting ready- to just let me~ drift off on another path, switch the beat; but still stuck in_ like when i was on the switchback__cryin', tryin' to split my wig.. all because i flipped my lid, and lied, see, to the one that left me rightly, and never wronged me_ and i'm writin these with the fire left within that is my light= and its a sight to see. Sight-seer's can see the fight in me, a long strange road with so many bumps, i leave the type to B. Horror. My story's frightening. If played vividly on the big screen in your living room, it'd make your kids scream.. Fuck B-ratings.. My ditch is up there with splintered dreams. Not Freddy, but Parental Guardian should be present while i present these, pullin up plies to find treasures in the sewer, not TMNTs, but t.m.i., yes please.. I reek pain. My parents never taught me to spew werds. I try not to blame my makers, or my Maker, but Maker's Mark helps me ease pain. Restrained choices. Refrained from toyin' with addiction and stickin' to why my censorship always dubs over with my coyness- i love to cry. I cry for love. My blood went dry. I died from drugs. I'm produced from alcoholism, gambling, domestic violence, and whatever the freak else they fed me without my Hancock.  Eye re-quest for reboot, i need to rest_ my eyelids...

Get this free food ¤ while its hot 'cus i could die tomorrow, and you'll be reading this after finding me bleeding _or stiffed up in my cot. Or maybe i don't do it... Everyday struggle, from me to you. .I need this shit in my life, so my steam can hush to fluid. Stream with bliss.. Too much to lose, kids...