What’s good mo?
Someone just jumped
Outta the 4th floor in Soundview
Sounds suspicious
Hear cat meowing outside crib
Walks around park
Just trying to live
Lights and sirens
Wonder what’s happening
Notice smalltime grafitti artists
Trying to evolve from toys
Hush of city mixed with breeze
Bitter faces brings noise
Who decides who stays alive
Many think
It is the person inside
Core fragile like egg shells
Tell everyone very well
Very fine
When it hasn’t been that way
In quite some time
Everyone assumes
Everyone on their grind
Everyone don’t care
When you outta sight
Outta mind
Rotten rotation
Repetition remains
Hard to elevate
When you hesitate to gain
No matter where you go
Everyone grow
All different but just the same
Somehow there is
Supposed to be
Structure in your pain
Educated with self hatred
Trademark stereotype
Stamped on your brain
Tell tears to transition
Into stars in your solar system
Keep going you must maintain
In my darkest hours
Words are the only currency
I have to buy back my happiness
I tell myself
Love myself
Resist temptation to telemarket
My tragedy
Celebrate myself with a sixteen
To love the reflection
In the mirror
Is the beginning
Of tomorrow’s revolution
Today begins
With affirmations
Of inevitable uprising
Embrace the evolution
Existence never isolated
Pushed pa’lante by people’s power
You are Godly
Flowers blooming
In arid desert
Time is now
Future made up
Of your poetical presence
Spiritual essence
Will keep you moving
Keep your head up
Winning even when losing
Proving that truth rarely soothing
Often cluttered confusion
Climbing mountains of people’s opinions
Avoiding painful domestic
Dominions of dominance
Seeking to elevate to pleasure
Prominence but feeling groggy
Soul feeling soggy and staggering
While worry wagering
On hope’s horse
Who’s 30-1 odds
In the last race
Of drama’s derby
If you give this world
Your best
You might make it home
Early enough
To read your own obituary
In the nite owl morning news
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