Sometimes when a lot is glued in my mind to voice out
Another time when the comfort of my mind is stripped out.

I am always caught between holding on and speaking out
But as soon as I try and make a little effort I pass out.

Nothing seems to fall in place when I open my mouth out loud
The emotions now taking over anything I choose to say out loud.

My mouth shut but my eyes wide open ready to shed a tear
I realise words were meant for a reason but silence holds no fear.

I am bent on speaking no words but my inner self is still holding on to my fears.

Crunching the early snack making it look like a crunchy kuli flow
Not withstanding am using what I have coughed out to make a sync with the flow.

Catch me selling my grind because crunchy kuli is also my baby brand
Nice meeting your acquaintance I hope my buffet is enough of a brand.

I really can't master how to get my mind around a new direction
Stuck in my old ways the only ideas popping in can lead to a new direction.

The only focus is slowly leading to major paper shuffling am facing my fears
On the mouth grind just like before I need to get fed or I bow down to my fears.

The inner city is filled with a lot to offer won't you glance at what it presents
I won't mind having a taste of the presents even if am banned from the presents.

The attitude of the blacks shows how our doctrines act in accordance with our truth
Amazed at a new technology yarning for who will discover it's truth.

But you just passed by the "no crossing sign" how come you claimed you didn't see it
The way we live our life's shows how situations can change even when we see it.

A product of my environment but I won't let that affect the way I see life
I am so black In my ways and manner but it won't change the way I live life.

The city that growls in laughter and merriment suddenly becomes silent
A ghost town is what it is called now the people slowly becoming silent.

Gidi state of mind is what my city is called but the hustle stay silent nothing is in sight
A pandemic is what we heard was coming but the real suffering is in sight.

Tired of living so many suicide thoughts already enveloping the mind of a believer
Another day another drama I won't lie the pain can be felt by a true believer.

The silent city was once loud nothing could shake what we believe in
But persistence is key I choose to imagine a new reality we all believe in.

Running out of my mind I think I would be needing a new existence
Placed between what I actually desire and what fits my existence.

I am running in circles hoping I find my new identity
A new reality is viewing my new profile because am about to lose my identity.

Life dodging the bad vibes on my behalf but how long would I run in circles
The real running contest is between the new me just getting used to the circles.

I might run out of options real soon don't blame how I run out of the game.

Two friends locked in a tight embrace longing to get back all they have missed
Reactions of onlookers expecting to see similar fiction a scene they have missed.

Problems that are supposed to be shared but deep down lay quiet with the wind
One look and then the stare continues like a bird ready to fight against the wind

Time will tell how the story will end when two gradually grows Into groups
The two friends in the game might disappear but you can't find them in groups.

Mouth blocked unable to make a point this time around
The flier is quite clear all listeners should stick to the law this time around.

A new law is in town you need to shut it if you don't have something good to say
We are all tired of the same noise when you don't have something positive to say.

A new information out in the clear but my humble silence bringing me to a halt
The stubborn silence am observing is picking all important news to a halt.

Needing a new reason to breathe after a hard day out
Not relenting am still cleaning off pains that came out.

Step by step a new sweat and pain flood every ouce of my body
On the grind steadily so the pain should learn to be part of my body.

Temporary emotions clouding long time judgement I need a change
The hustle is key but the paper chasing game makes me change
Dirt and sweat is what am living by but the hustle needs change.

Hustling smart is tending to be a new drive until I have more than enough to offer.

Life treating me like an outcast as I slowly discover who makes up my existence
The journey in my mind is voluminous but cutting it up in bits for the sake of my existence.

Am left with the option of either moving ahead or holding on to my past
Still pushing myself to the limits I wouldn't want life to drop me in my past.

The journey is filled with a lot of destinations but the direction is seen by my compass
The path that is less travelled is the direction that am being pointed to by my compass.

Fighting a war that only requires my mind to play what it's does best
A new problem is in place it only need a subtle mind to put out it's best.

Am fighting a war I might even have a scar to proof am part of the problem
Needless to say the fight is won in the mind if you are bond to fight the problem.

Without guns and the armors the only tool left to fight with would be word of the mouth
Spreading the right message is a good Indicator you are protecting what comes out of your mouth.

I might not look like one but the battles am fighting by myself makes me look stronger and wiser
Am still a soldier in God eyes don't blame how I solve problems that is meant to make me wiser.