This life became something that I could get used to-
and my knees don't hit the floor as much as they used to…-
lived in the shade so much I've gotten used to…-
black shirts, black shoes, black ways-
black shades show black eyes, black eyes see black days-
and... a black heart to match…-
I love... from a distance, only barely attached-
Cuz here stands a man, with a glance at the stars-
with plans to reside where they are…-
reaching from a far and that's the same place I'm looking-
God don't turn yo head cuz a star will get tooken-
I've underlined my title no booking…-
and with one less light, the heavens are so shooken-
then I'm off in the night cuz I don't wanna do time in hell-
so when the sun and son returns its time to bail-
or ill rhyme in jail…-
bars cage my mind, til it whimpers and with time its frail-
...and its so precious... pen inks in my veins, its so infectious-
and then in leaks through the same and tattoo my frame, and no one remains to protect us…-
since I'm on the run from God, all but hell neglect us-
us... as in me and my brain...-
cuz this disease has seperated us and left me crazed and deranged-
so I'm tryna catch a train of thought to arrive at sane-
then if I find that comfort can't remain, only strange... ill rearrange...-
to find that strange should be embraced by myself and change...-
direction... as I turn and embrace God and his ways.
Two weeks ago i posted a poem from spud. Well we have been blessed with another contribution from this young talented brotha. For more of a fix from spud you can follow him on twitter at twitter.com/spud_b2f
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