What’s the best place between night and day?
Where the noon meets the moon for better, brighter ways.
Its that living, dreaming for a better vision.
But the consequences got your life overspending.
And you know we just thrilling, better yet we be chilling, groupie living, dreaming for better vision.
I can’t sleep at night, slaying these demons ain’t fun anymore.
My protection ain’t bulletproof no more.
My keyboard don’t drop acid like it used to no more.
I’m just trying to emulate their strategies while I knock past my enemies.
Keep them close lest you become their next fixture at the cemetery.
Two paces to the left, bring your best to the test.
Its God’s gift so bring it to par and defeat your insecurities.
Take a leap of action and put your faith in your passion.
Screw the unequivocal worshiping!
Two fingers up to more life.
But let me pace you through my future present. People be dying in their past and our present. Nothing to complain about it in this awkward sonnet. Just the truth, these ruthless coups got our youth scrambling for each other to the bare-bone and tooth. Our power is no state of mind, they learn from the broke, breaking and broken in mind! They’ll just pull up with new excuses, pull up on the streets trying to fish for sacred sights, religious rights and political fights.
Thats my pursuit, Asaph is my proof, two keys was the juice, masquerading in that Johnny Walker bottle, smoking a loose with Ben, Lune and that other douche. No naming names of my past; they all gone like a poof.
Photo Credit: Andre Hunter