beneath his exteriors by myself

We tend to see whats lies apon the flesh.... the soul is inside so how can we see.... God has taken the sight of the unfornate.... But he has endowed them with eyes in the ears.... Trying closing your eyes maybe youll see a little clearer.... some are not bless with a voice but he has strengthen their hands so that they may be swift.... trying closing our mouth maybe we can understand....get a stronger grip He create him,born as deaf,ears which cannot hear God plays music in his mind Trying closing our ears maybe we can write medlodayic poetry(a classical Composer did it) He took my mind but has empowered heart.The crooked limps with a swagger walk.... Maybe his life has nothing but pain and strife in his heart.... We all need advice...sometimes.... We should all pull up your pants.....sometimes.... So we wont fall or trip.... Pick up the wieghts it not that heavy.... We'll might get alot further.... So how do we truly know if he is truly corooked.... some of us dont do it on purpose our legs our bowled.... Have you seen the wears of his shoes.... Miles he had to walk.... The dirt stains on his sleeves.... The tears he has lost.... emotion he cant retain... Family he has left.... Friends that left him.... see him on the block,thats him selling his last drips.... Hes was a lil Five five back then-to short-to little-to young to fly the Lord knows whats going on inside...yes he does seeking out the soor and down he will reach out say.... "complexity of the soul,from dust he has came,I've found you,he is complete,what a beatiful thing...." Hes was a lil Five five-to short-to little-to young-with jeus as his guidince now he will learn how to fly....