Blunts passed around looking for who will pass this round and hope to get a clean paper
Sparks flying high paving a way to stardom making waves in chasing the benjamin paper.

Imagination is filled with too much dark reality that we still refuse to acknowledge
Coming from a different state of mind made growing up for me a race I had to acknowledge.

Nothing beats the race we refuse to handle ourselves running from the reality that present itself
Curled up with a familiar stranger smoking silently hoping a new lonely stoner will recognise himself

Crying with all her might hoping someone would hear her cry

Crawling out of her sheets the nightmares would make her cry

She was strong and weak but she was showing us just one part

Life twinkling just like a glimpse that refuse to show once path

Her abuser on the corner lurking around like their is a prey in his path

Both eyes collide and that moment she realise the circle will repeat itself

Mouth closed and the mind turn but the eyes refuse to hold the pain

Tear drop shows the vulnerable loud silence which shows her pain

She has to channel her stronger side and speak to the world about her pain

Who else has seen the men in Black
Heart and face painted like they are in charge.

We all know who bark the orders out from the back
But don't blame the system blame the man in Black

I want a reality where you will see a all white system
Where men would usher you into their car no matter the crimes committed

But all I see is killings and suffering for my people
I am not an activist I am just learning to speak for my people.

Don't just be the change learn to stand for your people
Men in black in this picture will only do more harm than good to my people

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.

The vision of how a modern day poet is viewed
I can imagine you all bringing your pen out the view.

Don't be discouraged by the content of my messages don't be misinformed
Little bit of expression on my end I already sound like am misinformed.

Don't forget that I gave an interesting poem just now
Never relate with the new information I just acquired just now.

Back on the scribbling brick I really need a new desire
Modern day poet  I won't stop until I miss the desire.

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.

Head bowed down so you can see your visible feet
Not that you have a choice but to get back to your feet.

Life is going sideways and you hoping you have a manual to cope with
But life stories is wild expecting to cope with all the challenges
You gotta pick yourself up and believe the sadness is just a challenge.

The circumstances doesn't change only if you change your attitude
Life picking up everyone and dropping them like a ball ready to fall.

But you are still bowed down like a egg ready to drop
Your smile is meant to radiate the world but won't show if u don't bulge.

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.

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.

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

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.

Always painting a new picture about how the future will look so fancy
Promises flying here and there still hopeful I would live a life so fancy.

Then the reality struck like a thief in the night I had to leave with no shirts on
Tears finding it's way down my cheeks as I stare at the life I would venture on.

The life I imagined is only few feets away but the reach is never within my grasp
Waiting for the phone call that would just make my reality come within my grasp.

Then a silent voice whispered into my confused head letting me know what I faced
No golden ticket was printed or expected you have to gear towards the reality you faced.

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.

Don't want to talk trash about the person I love the most
But in the midst of that I still need to highlight what he does the most.

Straight out of school attention shaking for a right position
Lone boy on waters you only need to discover your main position.

Dad always raise his brow at me when I refuse to follow the straight guideline
He also should remember he wasn't cajoled to follow any strict guideline.

So why am I a victim of the only person that I solely look up to
Circumstances turning a real dad to an old school dad no doubt too.

Jogging through my mind i am already creating a new fear
Holding on to what goes through my mind I won't hold on to the fear
Not knowing what to do begs a question who gets the fear
But a new direction is on it's way I bet the next person won't lose his fears
Imagining certain outcomes in my head I believe it's helping to conquer my fears
Need to break down my fears I really need to change what I perceive.
But the key to overcoming fear has not spilled itself out until I change what I perceive.

Learn to grow out of situations that life has a way of throwing right in front of you
A blurred line already shooting through nothing seems to be in place either way.

The temporary feel of pain having it's way would just show you towards a better you
As soon as the fate we learnt to have upon ourselves come out and begin to play.

Fighting and overcoming life predicaments is a mind game and we all have the key
So once pre planned moments start going sideways learn to check the good side.

A little bit of happiness is what we would shed through us to just make us free
A lot is going on when you look from a brighter perspective and look the other side.

My thinking is slowly becoming different as I check behind my shoulders each time to secure myself
Rarely never on the influence so all I think about is the reality that I can only see by myself.

Mind clouded but in reality nothing seems to make sense anymore as I dodge every arrow
But looking feeble and weak each time I am baked make you wish you had a wheelbarrow.

People ask me why am I thoughts so different like I am seeing a new reality
The following was what ensured when a paranoid thinker showed them a new reality.

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.

Holding on to the last words that I still have in my breath
Stampeding on the only ground I still have under my belt.

Lost in the scenarios that I created all by myself
Nurturing the only dilenma I created all by myself.

Wasted and confused I think that idea just went down the drain
Thought I wrote it down I felt we all thought like we have a brain.

**** am getting ahead of myself again won't I fail again
The beauty of a pen confession you are not sure if it will happen again.

How do you think the circle evolves and reaches each destination without a glitch
A fair story of how the snake lizard always gets its way without encountering a glitch.

Gesturing winds sounds a fair warning to the lousy four leg roach in a familiar way
Waiting for a strike makes it salivate exposing the purpose it came along the way.

A single cry and the roach is within grasp enjoying a journey of no return
The hungry predator is never full and you can be sure to meet it on your next turn.

Sensing the huge wall built behind the mind of who is in pain
The only solution offered will be a therapy as quiet as the one in pain.

Slowly using words to pick out the emotions stored inside the hidden mind
Another quick therapy I don't know how to fix the depressed mind.

On a new discovery on how silence can change the way people perceive themselves
Back to the Quiet therapy for those who are tired of running away from themselves.

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.

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.

What would you gamble for your own very life to continue to exist
Is it the lack of joy you clearly fail to observe even as you continue to exist.

Or the conviction that things won't allign until you stop wishing
A lone attitude about what could possibly go wrong still wishing.

A nice way to speak more to your self but it won't create any result
Onlookers already judgmental some even gave you a fail score as a result.

A safe prediction won't fully be in place if you don't stop wishing and act now.

Same spot
Still stuck in the same spot that I was seen the last time you lent an helping hand
I am tired of leaning on people as soon as my problems start to unfold like I don't have the helping hand.

I realise my own problems are there for a reason to push me towards what I am looking out for
So once the mind changes the focus should basically shift from what we have to what we set out for.

But I am back on the same spot I lost the power that pushed me beyond limits
How do I recover from staying stuck all my life I  need to find how to exceed my limits.

So I scamper having a new energy in play as I focus on how to improve on myself
Not knowing how the outcome will play out
But still I want to keep improving on myself.

All I wanted when I heard my first cry was to enjoy my life
The pushing around everyday got me doubting me life.

Looking out to the opportunity beneath my feet that I can't reach
Mama said son all this opportunities in front of you might not be real.

Different voices in my head making me doubt my head space
A caring voice in my corner making me cling to my comfort space.

A scolding mother is still the woman who never got tired of who you are destined to be.

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.

Be careful how your thoughts play out it might just disappear
The seasons are changing be careful how your mind make you appear.

Everyone has a cross but few are willing to add the weight
On the verge of control then everything seems to go down the drain
Don't look closer you might get lost in the drain.

Either I choose the higher road because no options left for a loner
The seasons is felt at every corner don't interrupt the loner.

On the point of reaching a new adventure don't break a sweat
Each seasons is like a game of play you have to break a sweat.

Another life lost in the slum is nothing new to those who can relate
But the hidden mystery behind this new corpse left people more than they could relate.

Two slugs were pulled out while he was lieing behind his back has he lay  lifeless
Cold hands of death snatching another innocent life turning him lifeless.

Tired of saying this same stories I wouldn't be the one behind the camera next
Life in the slums isn't what you picture you never know who appears on the camera next.

Two slugs is a new slogan as soon as another body is seen on the floor fighting for his last breathe
As we secure what was left behind the little memories was just wondering about how he lost his breathe.

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.

Walking on the sidewalk hoping someone would push me out
You don't get what you don't deserve says the man speeding out.

Always pushing myself more everyday hoping I won't break out
But the sidewalks isn't meant for me even when the road is faded out.

The feeling of freedom owning everything I possess would push my strength out
But the sidewalks clinged to my toes hoping I don't get out.

Following the crowd would only get you drenched out
But when you focus on the road you understand you can break out.

The road isn't just the focus but the sidewalks is the barrier
Don't settle for what u have don't make your thinking a barrier.

Waking up realizing that known outcome will soon  present itself sooner
All road leads to a destination I wish I can conquer the problem sooner.

Another turnoil right within my grasp leaving the possibility out in the cold
So many reasons to hold on to my past ways but scary moments leave me out in the cold.

Ready to act on the information on ground planning out a new strategy
I am in love with my Silent enemies but nothing will make me fall for their new found strategy.

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.

Already seeking out an old validation that nothing will go right eventually
Might have another panic attack as I head out pushing out the fear simultaneously.

Asking myself the same questions wondering who has a close answer
I might find what I am looking for eventually  as I get face to face with the real answer.

How we choose to view ourselves has a key influence on how far we progress
Never undermine the potentials that are boundless that enables us to make more progress.

Choosing how we end up eventually is totally based on how we plan yourself out
But why are you still holding on to the small man syndrome don't wait until I call you out.

If I was a fruit would your first reaction be to devour every piece that I let you take
Would you choose me above anyone else or just look past and stretch to take.

Maybe my glowing skin would distract you and all do is fall endless in love and just gaze
Never minding what people say as you savour every piece of me not minding the hungry gaze.

Droplets of my remains litter the hungry floor, don't bother reaching out to me, if not I will be no more
Already thinking of biting a piece of me harder!!! than you did before, until you can have no more.

But the pictures of the smashed watermelon in my head chases the cravings before i even start to devour
More pictures already developing in my head as I hold my tongue and clamour

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.

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.

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 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.

Arguing about a similar outcome that you just got out from
Still complaining about a situation you can't control and didn't get out from.

Holding on to an energy that looks bleaks and drains what you have left
Not enjoying every moment that life throws at you because you have nothing left.

Still reminiscing on how your previous life would have been a perfect blessing if you didn't wake up
On the self reflecting journey on what could become of your very own existence if you didn't wake up.

Still arguing with yourself in your new body untill you start bringing the negative vibes back

Regardless to say we all need hope to live a life we truly deserve
But taking a sneak peak outside I realise the smell of fear as I observe.

Not minding the unnecessary noise or the panicking crowd I try and focus
But in reality I am just like everyone else I really need to learn than I focus.

A new phase coming up regardless of whether we facing it or not
Our life is about to change after this long pause are you betting on it or not.

The mornings are becoming longer than expected I really need a new hobby
As soon as I check to see the light I realise it
Is still dark outside from the lobby.

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

Struggling with the reality that everything will fall in place
Struggling with peace that I created even though I wasn't in place.

Struggling with a new habit that kept me afloat but draining all of me now
Struggling with how sentiments can change how people question me now.

Struggling with the friend that calls my phone just to check on my progress
Struggling with the replies lined up on my phone I really need to check the progress.

Struggling with dropping the ideas I believe  can have an impact on the future
Still struggling with the questions hope it doesn't become an habit on my future.

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.

Toiling day and night you can feel the pain beneath my feet
Joyfully sometimes but the continuous stares make my check beneath my feet.

Wires surrounding me I didn't realize I was building myself a cage
Hard to break open I didn't realise I would need a key for my cage.

Brain washed into believing I had a job but deep down I was wasting away
Even my youthfulness that I possessed had changed and the old face is staring my way.

I can't turn back the hands of time as I sat down mending my cage
Blood dripping down my wrist as I still realise I am stucked in a cage.

A short letter to my younger self never belief everything you think
Following the crowd made me believe I was building a future until I had nothing to think.

Life on the edge to me is like cloud
Ain't nothing she ever did that made me mad.

Until my pupil was the center of discussion
Started asking about the color
And the point of the vigour
I was more of an introvert in discussing matters.

But I still won't let my pupil or it's color
Make me lose my date with my THc.

Glued to the phone viewing a display it never saw before
Life is changing again turning to a fiction we've never seen before.

The modern mystery got us all glued to innovation and technology
Pushing and scouring for the next invention only to drop it for another
The mind controlled beyond limits only because we envy another.

On the verge of what is happening don't hope for another change
The focus is now on a new device based on what is viewed to change.

The modern mind is viewing change just like an update on his device.

Tune it down is what I tell the creativity that echoes in my mind
Opinion too loud you can literary have a conversation with my mind.

Am shutting everyone off don't blame what I have going on
Why don't you get it am just glad everyone is moving on.

Why are you still bitter don't you want anyone to be around
I guess am not used to the noise that everyone hovers around.

The less quiet it sounds the more my mind start to come alive
Still clinging to the noise around I might need it to come alive.

Staring at what seems like an unknown face
Trying to depict what looks like an unknown phrase
Checking my head aching it for an unknown place
Where I can settle and the words will flow freely
Am not just a cypher who writes words freely
Sometimes all I see and hear are only my words
Waiting on those  that will become my words
The pain behind the scribble is not just my words.