A crystal vision
that fortune tells,
like sparrots in my spirit,
but rather, bought a ticket for God to pay me visit,
I hope he answers
no phones by his thrones,
above outer space
but lives within our inner
with open ears,
that answer prayer
the unseen near ,
I hope my feather glisten,
when I fly and shine,
broken wings holding on to parachutes
that skydive up the winds,
Tell gravity
Im jonesin to climb.
Been distant from home sweet home..
Left eating a Sour patchs,
and packed my bags ( beneath you eyes) ,
Long roads with no sleep,
Extra steps in paps broken shoes
that I got to outfit wearing a travel packed outfit..
All Smiles but sunny days are dead,
Like who worries about the storms ahead,
Seen some with cigarettes for stress
knowing theyll only blacken my breath
Lungs in cemetaries,
Air attached to inhalors not enough for this journey,
perhaps instill Mayweather stamina,
to box out a circle of squares when they box me in,
hardships float on my uppercuts
let God and money band aid my wins.