The Unreleased Poetry
The wrongs feel right
the rights feel wrong
been in the dark so long
couldn’t tell that lights was on
hear so many things sounds like a song
hear so many songs im just ripping the bong
Every hit i take im sorrier mom
and every sorry im just carrying on
every January seems like a bomb
every year i recover getting scarier huh
time borrowed
irreparable time
every drop of ink
stinks of inferior lines
im stuck looking through
imperial times
through empirical blinds
they want control body soul
im redefining the mind
through the cadence on occasion when im blazing the trail
through the snow sleet rain or the hail
like im the nigga delivering mail
im often dreaming of heaven while delivering hell
sometimes i wake up forgetting that im living in here
praying to my angels only devils may care…
