Yo... wise man speak once, fool keep sleepin'. Proverbs drop heavy like concrete in Brooklyn. From the streets to the scrolls—wake up or get broke. This the cipher... listen close. Go to the ant, you lazy one, Observe its ways and be wise, Which, having no chief, Officer, or ruler, Prepares its food in the summer And gathers its provision in the harvest. How long will you lie down, you lazy one? When will you arise from your sleep? “A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to rest,” Then your poverty will come in like a drifter, And your need like an armed man. Rise up, get to work, stop sleeping through the grind, The ant stores in summer, you’ll beg when it’s time. Poverty slips in silent like a thief in the dark, Wicked plans shatter fast—no way to repair the spark. Six things the Lord hates, seven He calls an offense: Haughty eyes, lying tongue, hands stained with innocence, Hearts plotting evil, feet racing toward wrong, False witnesses, strife-makers—judgment won’t be long. A worthless person, a wicked man, Is one who walks with a perverse mouth, Who winks with his eyes, who signals with his feet, Who points with his fingers; Who, with perversion in his heart, continually devises evil, Who spreads strife. Therefore his disaster will come suddenly; Instantly he will be broken and there will be no healing. Rise up, get to work, stop sleeping through the grind, The ant stores in summer, you’ll beg when it’s time. Poverty slips in silent like a thief in the dark, Wicked plans shatter fast—no way to repair the spark. Six things the Lord hates, seven He calls an offense: Haughty eyes, lying tongue, hands stained with innocence, Hearts plotting evil, feet racing toward wrong, False witnesses, strife-makers—judgment won’t be long. See the ant move... no captain, no clock, just hunger pushin'. You? Still dreamin' while the harvest pass. Six... seven... abomination list droppin'. Choose the path, or the path choose you. There are six things that the Lord hates, Seven that are an abomination to Him: Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, And hands that shed innocent blood, A heart that devises wicked plans, Feet that run rapidly to evil, A false witness who declares lies, And one who spreads strife among brothers. Rise up, get to work, stop sleeping through the grind, The ant stores in summer, you’ll beg when it’s time. Poverty slips in silent like a thief in the dark, Wicked plans shatter fast—no way to repair the spark. Six things the Lord hates, seven He calls an offense: Haughty eyes, lying tongue, hands stained with innocence, Hearts plotting evil, feet racing toward wrong, False witnesses, strife-makers—judgment won’t be long. Judgment won’t be long... Get right or get wrecked. Proverbs code eternal. Peace.
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