Abercrombie & Rick pt. 1

Age of the Zombies.
In Abercrombie & Fitch and a blunt in one palm,
Weak spirits in the other on a floor I’m mopping.
With a faith unseen nowadays while I graze every scene with a beat!
I make with a teething mouth while boxing…
Against myself with a pen and pad I crease.
By the swipes of my pain across a page I’m beating with a thought,
Decreasing each bit of anxiety I’ve been feeling while I’m lost,
Reaching up for God I keep believing in at all costs…
Because,
I refuse to end up like the Man others convey when they see me…
The Man I believe is far from a mass of Walking Dead,
I call SOPHIAs just,
Leading each other through hollow hearts without any feeling…