Down To The Last Letter – Day 247, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz (In Progress)

If you believe I’m A B C,
You might be right.
Because,
I’m a writer who will be free,
For the way I see life,
All the swank in my step on a stage I spit on with delight,
And,
A tank never on E for every pill I wouldn’t pop so that I can see light,
Blinding whoever’s throwing shade while I stare into each eye,
Turning to the side,
Knowing they possess a weak drive,
Deep down inside…

Who else do you know flowing like me,
Down to the last letter?
There aren’t many males dispatching lines like these,
While they catch Z’s hoping my reality wouldn’t fester,
In their mind…