Bruce Lee

Bruce Lee,
How could this be?
Growing up you were close to me,
Prophetic Art of self and health.
It wasn't hard to see.
Loved to study the knowledge of self, love and the root of spirituality.
Float like a butterfly,
Sting like a Bee,
Everyone loved Bruce Lee,
Even the most hated Muhammad Ali.

Now it is time to expose things the blind eye can't see,
He was like Christ and many more before me,
He chose to do right,
He died for you and me.
Another Phrophet like Muhammad or Ali.
Spirituality,
Can't you see?

Enter the Dragon was the exit of Lee,
He was fighting greed and envy,
He was the same as you and me,
He was just like we.
Can't you see?
They couldn't let that be,
They couldn't let you see,
That deep down that Chinese man was just like you or me,
Watching him it was not about Black, White, Chinese it was we.
Watching together his art in Harmony,
They couldn't let you see,
That that Chinese Communist b****** was just like you or me.
They wanted you to see the Chinese man that creates Envy.
The one that takes the job from you or me.
When in fact he was poor and getting ripped off like you and me.

He died because he wanted his people to be free,
He died because he was not blinded by the power or money.
He died because he wouldn't take that ride,
He wouldn't take that evil slide and sell out his proud people for money or pride,
He had already took that ride,
The love and good inside of him they could not hide,
So the only choice was to send the Devil on that ride,
To kill Bruce Lee and take away the Chinese pride.
Put his good aside so they can continue to hide,
So the evil can keep up their illusion and their big pride.

Bruce Lee was just another form of he,
Or maybe you or me,
the Chinese Connection,
I call it a Universal Connection,
Can't you see?
This is my brother Bruce Lee's Resurrection,
Now in your heart you will feel the affection,
You feel that connection,
Now it is time for that big correction.
It is time for the World to move in that positive direction,
Evil is now at an intersection.
Awaiting for that day of Resurrection.
That big collection,
The day when there is no longer bodyguards or Military protection.

Enter the Dragon,
Bruce Lee is back and this is no raggin,
No more of the bragging,
About how Bruce and his son's bones are in their wagon,
Skull and Bones,
Bruce Lee is going to take it home,
Muhammad and Abraham are waiting at the dome,
We are ready for the ones in Rome.

Yale should be called Hell,
Because after that day nothing will be left,
Not even a bell.
Geronimo is not a ho,
You got his bones in a cell,
Your body will soon fit in a turtle shell.
This is your cell,
Apart of being in your living hell.

Bruce Lee was a teacher,
He taught me.
Bruce told me to look beyond human stupidity,
Really figure out who this person is I call me,
In the end it was he who found me,
I just didn't see,
Now the Illuminati wants me to just let this be,
Forget about what was done to he,

Forget about his fate,
Because of their hate,
Killed the same way as Michael,
Can we all now relate?
Can we work together to kill the ancestors of Pilate?
Can we chose to end the suffering before it is all too late?
Bruce Lee was me and now I am he.
Don't you understand?
It was never he,
It was we.
He loved you and he loved me.
Now we work together and let them see.
When they killed Bruce Lee,
They killed apart of not only you,
But they also killed apart of me.