Just, fair, righteous. That’s the name of an upbringer. God gave his voice the jury and balance, lives surrounded by beauties with millions of dollars in his bank balance, so soft in his manners, so obedient and such an opposer of non challance. All the girls want him, but on his scooter he goes to church, that boy never forgot his father and his holly merch. Celebrities all around the world want his company, he says never say never, and says sorry if he said ever.

God placed him away from reach of church opposers, can’t get to his approximity all the faith posers, cause in America God have this boy not just security but buildozers.

He challenged mr. mission impossible for God knows what reason, merry to the maker when sweet voices fall from heaven and such season, not today but someday, the world will remember nineteen ninety four, that the light was right between them and they couldn’t see it just like before, but a friend, an apostle will kee his secret, but all has to be revealed so he’ll leak his secrets.

There’s your prize o haters try your best if you can reach him, there’s your targeted treasure, no one knows God’s mercy, his justice and his measure. The young king is twenty five and may God protect him as something of keeping that I am giving away, God knows where is the true light ray.

Young king, go without worries, in America you are protected by thousand sheilds, and the prayers we are sending the power it weilds, no one can dare touch you cause you are a king of your audience and in the open, rarely they know that which they wanna worship, you are that card and that token.

I hail you king but I am a little trapped in the busy life that I have, but your pictures are everywhere and I’m glad that peole save, you’ll come and go the traitors and decievers won’t even know, I understand why you look so beautiful next to the color of snow.

Don’t doubt it dear king, you have a voice so you sing, in every vibrations of yours is bells of church that ring, here’s another one for those those who laugh at prisoners cause the truth that’s true sky might sting. Your father wanted you to be just ‘n be yourself, be a believer and try to see yourself.