Met her out in public, she had accepted me Allowing her vibes to feel the best of me Asking me a few questions, highly interested in me Placing her walls down, getting closer to me Leaving extra clothes at my home, feeling comfortably She’ll be trying to move in, getting more use to me
Wasted time and money on fake leaders cause they got the best of me All of my uncles help me back on my feet when they started investing in me Gave all of the women and cousins praise for always protecting me This black life is far worst than easy Jump in the fire, feel these flames with me
Pray today death don’t stand next to me Don’t place that on my worst enemy But enemy watch how you address me I’ll disrespect you respectfully Don’t ever try to play with my worth Or these holy hands will replace your legacy Put your attitude to bed restfully Give your demeanor a new remedy
Life and sins have been compromised Depression is heavily energized Swing my temple here side-to-side Given will power, I can’t associate myself over this thing called suicide On this battlefield, fighting with myself, trying to not make Jesus cry
Left is right... ...Because right is left... Except how does one or the other directional scenarios fair against the opposing opposites (that is themselves when conjoining as one "unifying whole")? Both directional options are just supposed to detour (each other) one way or the other (while seemingly going around each other again and again through countless twists and turns operable for success)! While also maximizing a different route, altogether! It's what makes paving a simulated pathway (so too speak) in order to free up space for the simulated pathway to give a better instruction manual about which way to properly (the next time around) carve my "simulated pathway"?! PS... ("Which way"...) ...Is NO truer stated governing way!
"Which way is the truer way"... ...Is just a momentary foundation meant to give you more then one hand the actual assistance of a time (that's truly supposed to last apparently... ...Only one hand at a time...) ...Repeat, repeat, repeat... ..."Left is right"... ..."And right is left"...
Slow Down. Always, Always weigh the pros and losses Cons and robbers. Helter-skelter the hardship & scatter every single copper. Pennies in weight is worth a million Always, Always Remember It's the small things that matter.
A poem is a pathway Of freedom from your mind You put a pen to paper And see what words you find You end up with a story From a different place and time And experience a magic Of a work you'll leave behind