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May you blush when the camera records?
May you trust what the richest affords?
Countless times for notable years
When seconds are like centuries
Miscounted in my memories,
You believe news no one mishears.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
If you aim six guns to your third eye
With your close-up shots till you drip-dry…
Despite my flaws, I’m not on pause,
Tongue-tied giving a performance
Stuttering, but you’ll take offense.
Guffaws will stop and they’ll drop jaws.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Us Targeted Individuals,
Need to stay stronger than rituals.
They’re stalking our time like it’s air.
Money makes some lie about faith.
Money makes some befriend a wraith.
Careless are their actions not rare.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
They want to imprison all of us.
Freethinkers. Believers of Jesus.
They want to isolate our minds,
Get us homeless with no footage,
Framed low like a backyard sewage,
And murdered slow for humankind.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Ask Jesus to show you the truth.
Lightning won’t strike your wisdom tooth.
More could I say; if you won’t hear
And dodge clues, then just overheat.
Mysterious is the elite
Like lost tapes of a puppeteer.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Mr. Confliction doesn’t give a conflict.
Isaiah Lawrence 