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Define The Rhymes In This Mind Of Mine. I Am Da PrEAChEr. I Decide How To Design The Line Of Time Part 3

This book may seem like a typical hook, but the cranny and nook is where most tend and often forget to look. The way I think daily, the lessons I gave and took, overlooked or overcooked I order up whatever looks good. The cleverness stood, beneath you understand. Forever it should, besieged wits nitty bity grand. Every rhyme if mistook, will be taken for granted. I have more then just the power in me to make each living creatures existence be given with these seeds I keep i keep planting. Even my name explains these thesis, Da PrEAChEr, the tallest letters standing, say the same as what I speak which is PEACE, for that I am so hated and treated like a phantom. So be it, as I teach, I let the rhythm do its dance while the spirits that are with me glance and begin their chanting. Voodoo it seems, but who knew this theme? Do you agree or do clues pristine? Each chapter maybe foolish to read or provide the true routes and streams. Truth rooted in me have grounded through each extreme. Profoundly what you do is seek. Found me? You truly think. The sound we do resonate are above the shakes that hurts the base to put it roundly....Da PrEAChEr isn't religious he's spiritual and unique. Every word he speaks is rhymes that are layered like you wouldn't believe. A paradigm paradox of parables some dont see. With metaphors galore predictions and once they're written, and if you listen you can read the way they claim and explain what is to be destinyHe cant make music but he hears produced music all the time and then matches the beat to his writings from the dozens of songs still waiting to be recorded when he hears it