For so long,
I’ve spoken with Devils while sleeping with angels.
Listening to Bone Thugs,
Sitting in my crib while crushing some bud,
As I crashed into my bed through a funk feeling fatal.
Slowed down by the tone of a Monster trying to cradle,
His own sanity!
As close as it can,
While I wrote down fables.
Now turned into,
Stories of a life saved by a God who stapled my feet,
To the ground,
What else is meant for me,
Now that my refusal of debauchery is concrete?
As I find myself alone,
On a road with no one in my way while I hear God speak?
Words being shone to light up every room I enter through a plot we,
Both sat down and discussed together…
No other kind of life to yearn for,
Tried living through so many lifestyles,
Only sobriety & prayer fills me with joy rather than confusion & despair…
Slicing my skin open hoping my Sorrow would pour out,
Allowed demons into an abyss where,
My true self was trapped inside of,
Saw that my,
Cheers under liquor & beers were cries for help along with prolonged toasts,
Each time a drink burnt my throat…
Couldn’t see that I was blind,
Until the marijuana smoke cleared from a set of eyes!
Soaked by all kinds of bloody horror they were coerced to witness…
The answer is,
Even if ridiculed as a goody two-shoes!
Love & kindness are why I kick rhymes as hard as I do to,
Keep myself in line before I go koo-koo just,
Puff-puff passing my life away.
Roughed up grasping a light and J,
With some cups splashing as I would lay,
Drowning in tears that now release when I smile while giving thanks to the sky as each,
Star reminds me how they illuminate no matter how dark it can be…