Q.6

Summer breeze, sunsets, and high degrees.. I would like to thank all of those muses whom I have believed.. Without a culture insofar as one I have raised and to see, to make it this far, another day I am free.. Forget the hurt and the pain so deep, it took a miracle from all aspects I have made by decree, choices fam.. Choices all that you need.. The options granted me a path I now plead, is it here, is it far, how fair would you be.. An obstacle of life tends to trail beyond you, I's and me, as if left alone, would it make any deeds.. You tell me, a road to be best, is that of one with you minus me.. A life work to be had, after all this chugging, keep going for broke, maybe B..

Q.5

If ever whichever there was a night to remember, I'll believe in a sight one December.. The best gift in life I'm told is free, but giving is all at the very least you'll ever need.. A heart for one, two, maybe three, three instances one plus you, maybe two individuals spiritual tree.. You see, feeling to the beat of the blood of an angel, when it pumps and thrashes bloody cells would they ever collide.. It communicates effortlessly, no matter where we stand to side.. A loveless encounter be it now or never, just know that you'll forever be a thought one up however lifes stride..

Q.4

28 seasons of summer, all 28 reasons to plunder this life I lead until I strike out, no remorseful wonders.. 28 streets of thunder, all paved over with stories like gun hurts.. Shot at, spat on, talked behind this back, gawked on, plot back, walk a thin line sellin dreams of a relapse.. The one and only soul still searching, not perceived or looked, aught there be more to looks and a brain settled in books.. To be in disdain, all pain seeping in vain, just to be another human labeled a crook.. Tell me, am I wrong to right a wrong not once but twice, dancing on the edge when I made a pledge, dodge bullets I took.. Now its 10 seasons of autumn, when time falls, catch up winter, dead of the night when I Might Put A Life Away.. In a box where Pawns to Kings and Queens, they all play for one thing, and that's to sleep well at ends sight.. The silent truth hurts..

Q.2

If you take me away from these instances, the so called thoughts that manifests.. Was I not walking to better myself since childhood, from the drama I encountered just because I lived in the hood.. I did not choose these encounters, rather, it was me being on a bettering spree, kickin' dust up, seeking for a way to flee, bet you not, in God I trust.. Yet, I am blamed for cause of actions, but have they not saved a life or two, planned distractions.. The questions I asked, the answers I've sought, its still but of the same, to get away, nightmares turned away I thought.. Before actions became what they are, I gave my lesson from afar, deep in the conscience, away from the eye, I turned to He who all has feared and said let me try.. Am I not human too, do we seek compassion and stray from feeling blue, red does things that aren't necessarily true.. But strive to better ourselves, yet here I am, label me a silly ass boo hoo..

Q.1

It is such in that I, believe in the truth, stray from reality to speculate dreams running loose.. Why is it, why would it be hard for a minority to make it beyond booths, say we all played the game, game of life I call U2? We seek the same, cash, money, drama free pleading for suits.. To make a case against goliath, the dupe.. Legally Insane, illegally refrain from living in a time where makin' moves labels me a game.. Lotto for you correctionals', ball, hope, meet a dame to call out any false ropes.. Tied to a life worth living, saved a couple of times, ride to the death, front door, knockin', let it shine, saw off all ends loose..