Life is all an act and their goal is to dwell in scenes
Leaving children on their own paves way for indwelling sins
The devil is coping well it seems
We're putting all our hopes in dreams
Caressing and wishing for broken schemes
We cant run, we cant hide, we cant escape
Don't stand as one, we always cry and we live in hate

Purpose all in pieces
We're ignoring seasons
Realm of open speeches
Worst of sounds in speakers
Where dope mc's are features
They cursing hope in scriptures

New world order
This new world is odd huh!
For me, my idol is Peter
And that's what this poem features........

Poetic Bloodline....

T!

Indwelling Sins (acapella)

You probably wont understand what truth is if i tried to tell you what it is 
So am only goina tell you how i feel we could all find it 

Searching for truth i had questions and so started challenging my beliefs 
I asked why i should believe GOD will protect or save me all the more help me to survive 
I went on a journey to find myself and forgot to breath so nearly got consumed by the energy of life 
Truth is, i basically didn't understand what i was searching for 

Today i find myself in that same sport of selflessness as i already have before 
I stand not to be Christian but somehow always scream the redeemer's name when i fall 
So i ask, what is this truth that my soul finds fit to fight for ***shhhhh*** 
I listen to silence hoping it would raise its voice to answer me 
My consciousness reminds me of a divine being who really wants to father me 
So finally i can stand to say what i believe the truth is 

I believe truth is the fact that revelation chapters are now coming true 
Like long tennis basics we can let go to swing and watch the truth follow through 
I believe truth is the stuff i cant stomach so i fill up and it all goes up to my mouth 
The taste gets sour so i go for poetry and start spitting it out 
I cannot tell you what truth is because my truth aint your truth and his truth aint her truth 
so truth is definitive upon an individual, aint that true? 

I know denial is when we are afraid of the truth 
I know money and power have managed to conquer the truth 
I know my words haven't found authenticity but so far what i know i can make the truth of 
You see truth aint conceptualised or logically proven like one over two of 
A twenty which we know is ten for a fact 
So this poem shows a line between truth and fact for this truth we always speak is never exact 

Is the truth Genesis or Revelation? no clue 
So we take everything in between and acclamatise the summation 
I promised to write my views on truth and nearly got consumed by the intensity of the situation 
For some of us dont recite because we wanna share the truth 
We have our eyes only on the price and thats the truth 

I believe truth is only found when one traces themselves to the centre of their circle indiscreet 
Then life's purpose is found and ultimately the circle complete 
This poem took me on a journey and so i have found my centre so 
1 day i will be ready to tell you the truth, 1 day i will be ready to tell you the truth 
1 day i will be ready to tell you the truth ***shhhhh*** 
Wait a minute, I JUST DID......... 

Poetic bloodline... 
T!

Tee Mafokate