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A Love Letter To Ele’Ele

  • xshemaurosbyx
  • Nov 24, 2023
  • 2 min read

I rush for your secrets and I cypher with the priestess of once mighty Kingdoms to be humbled in Gods ever so merciful hand. 


We once had nothing, and yet in the darkness, we are everything. We are the space that connects nothing to nothing and at the same time we became something. In my cypher I dug and dug until we’re past the rug deep inna da mantel with a golden rod handle. You see this candle that burns inna da eyes of rhythm and rhyme becomes mines and one thing leads to another and this spark inna da dark turns us into something,

better.

But how I desired to be nothing. I once desired to be darkness itself

, to be the connection between spaces, and to find a crevice between those spaces to fumigate a dark mangelious cloud of unseen matter that is marvelous in a Queens batter. The latter would be I rise to the occasion and manifest myself into being meeting people and things in between my time and rhythm and rhyme climb that I would take to make I and I mine. Fine is your notion I will cypher the light, a line to three points, do four let’s make it right, I might just tesseract the whole thing, creating a cypher so mighty only God could bring the fiya to make this desire cliche to none of that out there that choose to come like nats to the light to be zapped, making the fireworks work less for their work at night. 


Back to the cypher, I have dugethed the dougie and I have loved deep inna da boogie, to only find my words to circle back to this cypher of dark, to find my soul be pure inna light and stacked in Black. I put these words together to find myself reviewing and reviewing these words, Black, Pō, Ele’ele, and I’m amazed every time I return from the darkness to tell the ones I love that this was sent from up above like a cove with hidden treasure a chest full of Black pearls and beautiful girls this curl this twist inna verbs will be sure to tear you apart and redress your words. You never know what you’re going to find, searching the stars, but I know my cypher is mighty, your eyes need not look very far..

 
 
 

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