Still passing by looking at what many thought was a possible dream to come by
There it was lieing in waste like I didn't stumble before I came by.

Now the situation is changed I need to pick those crumbled dreams and bring it back
But someone is holding me back I guess I need to push past what is holding me back
Needless to say I deserve to get what I dropped before it haunts me back.

A  new direction I think I need to empty all I have in my penny bank
Just discovered someone else beat me to it don't mess with my idea bank.

The ultimate dreams hanging in the Shelf is about to be tapped get ready for a change.
My dreams still stucked in the shelf I might need a new direction before I look forward and change.

Who wants to hear the story of the black nylon
Crazy gaze from different onlookers
Waiting for it to reveal what it has for on waiting Lookers.

Picking up different choices it can't reject
Hoping that it does not crack or be useless
Any tear people tend to look it less
Storing the best of stories to fill its tummy.

But it's just a figment of what you can see
The product of what it can see.
Black nylon for those who can see.
The black mimicks freedom and slavery for those who can see.

Two pairs of shoes is all I see to keep me smiling
Not that I wanted more from the crowd to keep me grinding.

Being alone is like a drug only few understand the joy
But don't mistake my solitude for weakness because I play with my toy.

The young mind is set to explode when it is left to crunch
But don't allow the freedom you allow yourself a reason to crush.

The mind is just a gateway drug to the reality that lies hidden
Solitude is the key to see through everything that is hidden.

A new character that am turning to my daily  habit leaning on a new direction
Holding on to an only me direction I think I am being pointed in the right direction.

The curse is like a plague it only turns if giving the right push
I rather keep to myself than walk in the path where I might not be given a push.

Avoiding drama is now a necessity not minding what my social mind is echoing
The only hope I have for my mind is to feed it with the inspiration it keeps echoing.

Don't mistake the introverted with those who choose to stay Anti social.

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.

Summarizing how my day went wasn't part of the plan
But am a writer sharing part of my life is always part of the plan.

Discussing my plans for the day definitely has to end up till midnight
You really sure you up for the conversation up till midnight.

Am yawning now calling your attention to the time of the night
Your heavy breathing and your long breath making me realise you had a hell of a night.

But don't just give up it's almost time we end this conversation
At the end of the night we have to sit up and write a new conversation.

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.

Morning noise letting me know that a new day is here
Daily routine making me realise that another day is here.

Planned out all in a piece of a paper hope i beat the traffic
Life on the road and everyone wondering if am still in traffic.

Different scenes bringing me back to my true reality
Black man missed with black intentions don't wait on the reality.

Don't know what today has in store for a loyal observer
But am still heading out tommorow keep the info for the next observer.

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.

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.

Learning a new way to implement what have learnt by passing the bar
Little did I know that help would come from someone who was been called to bar.

Handling projects day in and out steadily like have reached the bar
But the situation warrants a new technique I think I need to get a drink at a bar.

Withdrawing from society anytime I hit a brick wall was me setting a bar
But the distinguish way I touch the bar won't let me know how sit at the bar.

A new wave is upon us I wish I can take the new plain
Visualizing a new reason why people prefer color to plain.

Observing what the colorful illusion we all picture can aid our pain
Slowly digging up a new habit for comfort not observing our new pain.

Nuturing what I need to preserve I won't mind if i stick to the new plan
Unfolding a new way of getting over the new disaster caused by my new plan.
The Slow wave that I reject will come back to make me insane.

Channeling all my energy until I reach the point of no return I might lose myself
The room with barricade is fixed in nature but the war is just against myself.

I might fight and slumber and I might fall and stumble but I am still back on my feet
Loosing my focus is still one of the reasons I refuse to stay anywhere but on my feet.

Making decisions like the future doesn't matter but all I want is the war to be won
Bringing the fight back to my self because I believe I have to fight to be won.

A closet of memories cleared out I really need to focus on what I want for myself
My war room is a fiction but in my mind I want all the wars worn just by myself.m

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.

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.

The seriousness on how we acquire that much until we don't see much
Too much in our hands as we stand to pursue what is indeed not much.

Now we can proceed without the baggage and choose a different life approach
Acquiring knowledge has been justified as a very unique approach.

The feeding your mind lifestyle is best when solitude is practiced
Now approaching a fixed corner I need to reveal all the skills have practiced.

The meaning of life in the downtown is how much you can give from what you've acquired.

Casting out what seems like a lost world
Stepping on the crumbles of a lost block.

The truth wasn't meant to be an illusion to who thinks
But the ground you stand on was already a vision for those who thinks.

Driving out each possibilities out of where know one deems it fit
Placing ignorance on wisdom for those things we build that don't fit.

The law of the universe is the only thing that brings the balance
Gravity rainbow isn't just a word read through my poem to view the balance.

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.

Steps taken to avoid an intrusive abuser that Is bent on catching my breath
A new reason to remain fearful and linger back so I can really catch my breath.

The new steps catching up to me am obviously on the edge I won't bulge still
Tears dripping down my face and my fear enveloping me I won't scream still.

A new way to direct my energy as soon as the obvious truth gets to me
Slowly counting my loss in the hope of avoiding the tragedy that will get to me.

Am known to solve problems my own way which is to do nothing and let it flow
The mystery man is me I won't consider shielding my mind away from the flow.

Phone wiped out holding on to an old information that might still be useful
Switching to the memory lane holding on to the scrib I really need to make it useful.

The wall staring blank at my expression I really need to paint it out with my head
A wall filled with my memories I can see people queuing to view what I have in my head.

Too much lost appearance on the fence I will need your insignia on the wall
Stating fully well that you are part of the the reason am scribbling on the wall.

A note lay just below the rest of the rest and shows how much I care
The scribbled wall has a note saying I might lose myself just to show I care.

The way authority moves finding a place in our life
Hoping for a life long journey trying to settle into the life
But forget the manuals and the naysayers can you actually define life.

Shaping through every phase and obstacle running the lengthy course
But life would turn you to a student and fail you like a course.

Hoping on the next day waiting for procrastination to set in
You don't get to have  all what you want until you turn to dust.

The crucial times when everything sets in and life waves farewell
Rewind to when the first cry was heard and the happy child was bidding farewell.

The clustering around of well-wishers merrying and enjoying the new moment
A new mystery placed down on earth without a real purpose truly defined
The message stuck in my head but getting it out is not truly defined.

A step by step relationship in the moment you are trying to catch a point
The last minutes tick tock like a time but in  reality am trying to make a point.

Drying off my chest not again I don't want to turn it to a habit
Leaving the past behind I really need to work on this habit.

Letting my emotions dictate my mood even ruining what I have in place
Not the soft type but the life sequence is like a trigger always in place.

Falling soldiers all around still checking if everything is happening right
A new game is upon us I believe the flight can only be taken right.

Same mystery within my lips asking what the meanings hold in sight
Last emotions that am shedding the meaning of life is in sight.

Why are you bent on destroying the future that is bleak
Why don't you want to grow out of your comfort zone.

Why is life treating you like you won't get out of it
Why don't the answer add up so you can have a suitable answer.

Why won't you accept that life throws the same lessons twice
Why is the "Y" questions filled with a lot than you can comprehend.

Why don't you decide on how the outcome would look like
Why don't the reality sink in a way you can put in writing.

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.

Don't Blame the old me I learnt a lot from my mistake
Taking baby steps make me look more like am mistaken.

Every one holding on to the idea but who will execute the flaws
Head spinning I soon realised I was the one with the flaws.

Still running not moving and the pace only increasing in my mind
Hiding has become an habit am actually losing in my mind.

But am just hiding in my shadows not that I didn't carve it out myself
Lost in the window of creativity not that I didn't create it myself.

Am avoided by my friends that I place my  hands up high to meet
Am solely depending on myself for the new attention that am planning to meet.

Sick of society ready to glance into the solitude life without strength to waste
A new friend that am meeting already recognise my intentions without a waste.

Am applying a new rule in the beginning of my life so I can envelope my mind
The pages boring through a deep hole but the key is left in my mind.

The strange youth as am fondly called will become a wise chap once the coast is clear

The shadows started by forming a shape of death dressed up in fear
Millions of people startled out in fear as soon as the distance shadows was in clear.

A new nation fled to his knees by the giant hand of an evil dictator
People learn to take what they want by force even if u call them a dictator.

Children sperated from their mum's embrace tear drops litter the floor
Blood act as sweat as the whip against the flesh makes a mere man cling to the floor.

The distance shadows represents the unforgiving people who prey on the weak
The believer look up to the sky hoping for his grace to protect the distance shadows from the weak.

I wish I listened more often to the voice in my head that whispers
Sounds in my head telling me to point a certain way anytime I hinder.

So many promises of the future but deep down I can't attain
But my younger self with it's future still bleak was still the future I wanted to attain.

On a better level of understanding how the circle fits my existence
When you look closely with each day passing you cringe for your existence.

Hoping that the next day isn't your last hoping to make an impact
The race born within the mind of who is actually seeking an impact.
My younger version gesturing me to believe in myself more I might make an impact.

The game is new I won't lie I just started playing it today
Am still playing it hard I won't bother to finish it today.

Most times am corrected after I burst and tell people my real emotions
But won't my life be just like a video game if I refuse to spill my real emotions.

Not minding what the online players are saying I had to bend down and beg
Because most times am misunderstood so  I had to crush my ego and beg.

Staring at a still reflection of myself in my mirror
Don't blame what am looking at my life staring back at my mirror.

Looking back to when it all started under a pretence that I was growing
I was losing part of my existence anytime I was turning.

The original is still mixed up with the fake side don't wait on the side turn
Step by step I realize am mixing the good and bad in this sharp turn.

Making a lot of mistake and realizing down the road is all a lesson
Hating on the original I couldn't blame who would not follow my lessons.

The influence on me is like a glue that is ******* my skin
Learnt so many things the hard way don't blame what I hate on my skin.

Little things matter the most don't wait until you are carried away
Being jolted in the right direction but peer group pressure makes me look away.

Another bad influence coming my way I think I will just settle for another shot
As soon as I get rid of one another bad influence comes knocking trying his shot.

I really think I need a fresh new habit I can't keep going down this lane
My new instincts keeps telling me that my new habit left down my old lane.

Don't ask why you are down that is the obvious question
But do you seem to ask why u don't get back up which is the question.

Life would surely knock you down even though you try to stay up
Those dreams in you head should make you stay up.

The journey to heal that pain has to get you making the right decisions
Won't you like to fix the pains that haunt your daily decisions.

Connecting to nature is my only gateway drug
But you can't affect what you can't understand don't tamper with the picture.

A practical exercise for those who want something others don't desire
Because when you actually want to heal you have to focus on what you desire.

The story follows suit of how a voiceless person can comprehend
I was just ripped off my pride I hope the everyday person can comprehend

Not knowing who to run to I was gestured back to reality by a hand gesture
I was mesmerizing when those hands started healing me with his gesture.

Soon I had a feeling I was directed to an higher purpose than I left behind
The voice in my head that was silent now began to pick what it left behind.

My journey was fruitful soon as the voiceless helper changed what I had in mind.

A new reason to hope and to administer our long lost faith
A new fantasy in our minds on how the past can affect our faith.

A new tenacy to redo all our past mission so we can achieve the impossible
A new technique to adopt so all the stiff ideas would move the impossible.

A new reason to reach out to my lost chronicles and adopt a first impression
A new diary on my table I think I need to document another first impression.

A new doctrine we need to adopt so the new message can find it's way out
Spreading a new message from my lips I believe the tone would find it's way out.

A lot of what am missing in my mind is always found close to my body
Need what I want but the outer ego letting people stare at my body.

What marvel to the world some would say
How could he possess so much some will say.

While am just unseen to myself doubting what I cherish the most
Isn't my place on earth felt by who detest me the most.

Life knocking me down like everyone else don't hate
The too much details on me is affecting how I change the hate.

Slowly dancing to the upbeat letting the world know of your presence
But life would wrap the melody in keys gifting you like a present.

Don't fear the rhythm is just meant to steer you towards the beat
But the main key of life is are you actually dancing to be free
I once saw a man move every ounce of it's body just to dance free.

But in the moment I realised the melody was for who is in need
You can't live life on the brink of hoping that you can't be in need
The rhythm is a guide when you are creating a content for those in need.

On a flight leaving my comfort zone heading out to a better zone
Not really pumped up am leaving my home to be in second place out of my zone.

Stories of how my forefathers were slaves always jolts me back to my reality
The chains that bounded my chest and pain within my lips always bring me back to reality.

Am still a product of my circumstances my colour doesn't define how I move on my trail
The gaze from the bystanders letting me know am out of place in my trail.

Have been living on trial all my life every new step looks like a big mistake
Am living without chains in my mind but physically I might still be a huge mistake.

Time is a lot like a drop of water
Each drop and the sound gets closer like an heartbeat.

Don't miss out on the life opportunities it can  still be missed.

Each grip shows how close you are actually  to what stares at your face
The drip that makes the noise jolts you back as you turn to your face.

A new distance is slowly built by how each steps moves towards a new direction
The past you are holding on to will definitely make you lose the new direction.

Time is like a mystery to some while
those who understands it value the use of time

Born in the family of an heavy fighter
Aimted to be a great believer than a fighter.

A new legacy that am working on so I can get fame
Not following the trend that was already in place so I can change the game.

The flows waking me up at my alone time I could see the direction change
A new wave showing me the way I could feel the energy making me to change.

The pen am holding is meant to change lives and steer a new ship
The writer is born with a clear purpose some don't realise they can clinge to the moving ship.

Ideas flowing in even on lonely days the dairy of a lonely writer giving the power to change the game
Physically drained but emotionally still the same writer that will use his ideas to change the game

Mind deepened as soon as I pick up the ink and scribble
Not knowing the next step to take but still directing a new scribble.

The block is now constant I really need to get the information out anyway
My readers already anxious waiting for the legendary poet to come deliver anyway.

Nobody realises that the mind is filled with different stumbling blocks that can *******
Matching the ideas together already but the outcome would make you *******.

A new direction is the only true essence of what am getting for myself
If you mind for a bite just tap in the story that I just told you about myself.

Down this same road again I hope I get out this time
Eyes closed to a point but the only way out is one this time.

Clouded vision makes me realise that I still have another purpose to my existence
Another hit and am slowly backing out of the main reason for my existence.

Lone road making me understand how the day will end up eventually.
Hallucinating about a clear decision but my new reality taking me eventually.

Pouring from the cup of life I really need to see things differently
Don't tell me am still heavily sedated I really need to see life differently.

A pawn was just molded for the sole purpose of obeying a new master
Obedient like a glass but empty like a cup in the bid to please his new master.

Life pointing towards different direction but the way out is still the same
The hungry masters clamouring for a jolly meal while the slave stays the same
Undiscovered and never growing until the day she realizes how she remains the same.

Steadily looking out for the masters that would use the whip upon her back
How the watchful masters sounded when the took her pride behind her back.

Descending into another dimension of her life
Already changing matters from domestic to  family life.

Still scared of the watchful eyes of her masters as they prey behind her back.

**** text asking for a little skin approach don't be scared
The demand is getting high not the less don't act scared.

New reason to demand for what your desires can push out
Line up a new reason to rediscover yourself when heading out.

Clothes off your mind a new perspective can shake you towards the right direction
Not knowing what tomorrow holds is still a new reason to define your own direction.

What are you in this life for is the right question to ask your very existence

The reason love is supernatural to some and bitter to some
Still discovering how life can be fair to some and candid to some.

Needless to say love is a word that need no explanation if you can read
But the story in between it can fail the smartest even if you can read.

My sunshine is a puzzle to some and a mystery to others
The sun shinning on me might be due to how your sunshine reflects to others.

The passion to win more than I lose makes a one man army unique
The unique personality makes a slow go getter almost defined as unique.

You should always remember the last person you saw struggling to stand
After so many falls the inner push is still making a slow decision man to stand.

Another big decision to make and the outcome is not easy to define
You decide how you react to end result don't be easy to define.

Plans are on the way to make a unified decision
A new passion to win is like a push don't slack if you need to make the right decision.

Jogging through a reality I can only picture in my mind
Going through circumstances I can only imagine in my mind.

Don't sleep don't talk is the only song I sing
Trying to get hold of myself so I can see
But the only reality I see is which everyone else is blind to
But only the mind with a unique touch can feel it too.

On the journey that I don't really determine the outcome
Don't let the circumstances you often  find yourself determine your outburst.

Longing for what I so desire but seeing less than I can take
The insane mind is not just an illusion you have to create what you can't get.

Am already a millionaire in my mind so am planning my will
You there in the corner you in need of a dime
I think now I have more than enough it won't remain a dime.

Foolish spending got me checking my pocket for bills
Stacking the paper don't get angry for am missing my bills.

Second share is always the largest my eyes closed hoping for a call
Mouth agape don't look my way tears sprinkling on my face
Hate to admit my twisted will is just like a bell hanging on my face.