The Immortal Wize

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I climbed the highest peek with no shoes on my feet to ask God

if it was a sin to be tired of being good

making it perfectly understood that I'm tired of being good

I don't want to be bad but I'm tired of being good

my life depresses me I wanna see my people free

from inflicted poverty and the bondage of slavery

being nailed to the cross from so far I've carried

the watcher's watching over me while death hovers over me

don't feel sorry for me I throw a party for my own pity

my eyes see ugly I'm blind to pretty

I reside in a nasty BIOHAZARD city

heaven is what I want to see, heaven is where I wanna be

knowing that hell has a welcome mat laid out for me

this season God looked away from me

leaving me to my own devices, trials, tribulations and crisis

burning through me like I'm made of wood melting me like wax

I'm making it understood I don't want to be bad

I'm just tired of being good

the weight I carry why I want to be burned not buried

I'm going crazy losing my mind started back drinking to unwind

what's inside of me is killing me trying to get out of me

the devil telling me to kill my enemies

too many voices inside of me revenge they wanna see

like a junkie trying to be free rejected by my sanity

rewriting the script my parent handed me

born a infant dope fiend my fight to be sober and clean

I wake up and I scream they ask me did I have a dream

like I'm Martin Luther King I've been to the mountain top

we still not free so I won't stop till the casket drop

like a crack baby heroin seman made me

my father never called me his daughter

my grandfather who was a 33rd degree mason made me smarter

before he died he declared that I would die a martyr

stabbed my father with a steak knife twice before he died

the blade didn't kill him from his sickness he died

nobodies safe when I ride they know who they are that's why they hide

from what pained me the streets claimed me

the hood put a crown on my head and reigned me

I write down my dispair who reads it, I don't care I just put it in the air

I need a hug from my affectionate mother

I built a wall between us so we don't speak to each other

my screams are ignored by my sisters and brothers

strangers reach out to me from a far they want to comfort me

I can't feel when some one touches me

I can only feel the pain inside of me

those I love die on me I don't trust those around me

I sleep with a 22 over and under beside me

I want to be left alone but need some company

I'm about to be 47 and don't remember being 11

those who know me call me Seven respectfully

I'm waiting for Gods answer on my journey back to heaven

this write took no thought it came from the heart

standing on the highest peak waiting for God to speak

with the devil I strive 4 decades alive 3 more years for 5

some look others see why did Eve touch that tree?

so much pain I pray for rain tryin not to go ballistic

born a suspect but not a statistic sick and twisted

these roads I travel I choose unlike Einstein I can tie my own shoes

does that make me a genius it's a thin line between us

I walk it like a tight rope no balance beam no net below

I try not to fall I try to cope one day old I cried for dope

I can't swallow the 50 pills perscribed to me in a bottle

I don't know what's going to feel this hollow

I admit that I'm a suicidal coward

I wish I could burn my uncle Howard

where I lay my head is my home where I let my pen roam

I'm gone do what my sister told me to do

I'm gone kickand I'm gone chew and blow bubbles too

when I feel the pain I'll just ask God to send the rain time to cut the cake

I wont complain blow out the candles and make a wish

counting down the days, hours,minutes and seconds to happy birthday

if you read between the lines you could see

that day was not happy for me it was a day unhappily

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

No Two Ways About It

there's a old say that goes you have to laugh to keep from crying I get it I'm laughing but not cause I want to cry for any particular reason you know that idiom it never fails it means it happens every time once we recognize we're out of our league it's wise to pursue a league of our own I'm smiling I have something to smile about that don't have nothing to do with what's going on in the world something I can't do nothing about on that note "Uh Oh" is an expression of alarm dismay and means it's too late "it's about to go down"

Enthrall (Repost)

got these broken wings I don't know why I never could fly I never wished for such a thing so many others dream so many others sing I wish and I wish on other things like we all, wakeup at the same time How bout that? we can all celebrate you...know have a good time fun, without, someone getting beside themselves pulling out a gun killing another mothers son or someone's baby girl, we'll just sit around talking about what we're going to do with all the wealth sadly the mule has died of natural causes but, there's plenty of acres and homes to be had now if I could just, find that genie, I got a few more to settle the score

It Gets Messy

waiting for something I want hope and wish to happen is like watching a mouse hole real close while holding a bat

On The Heels Of The Sun

a Butterfly abandons her egg her offspring is left behind without a mother to cling to some would think doomed from the start giving into our circumstance is refusal to change everyone gets a chance a Caterpillar cannot transform into a Butterfly if it die before its/it's time the light is often taken off the Caterpillar and shown on the Butterfly the mother of a Caterpillar is a Butterfly she gives birth to the one who is destined to transform she's the one who gives birth to change the Caterpillar is one who comes out the dark into the light where one come from does not determine where one will end up

The Ripple (Repost)

trying hard is not trying hard enough enough we have to put faith in the sun that it will shine again even when the sky is gray everything around us falls apart as long as our heart is beating we're not defeated nor are we destroyed something goes wrong we must be strong it won't be long hold on here we go back to the dome in some form or another if you're with someone then you got each other if we build our foundation strong enough to float how can we go under let lightening strike we're made of thunder take a sip from the power within put the cup down raise the pen we write to win this is a conquest not a contest a inkwell of consciousness

Nov 5

my distaste for voting season is people act like their talking to children telling them don't forget to brush their teeth asking them did they wash their hands telling them what they should do what they need to do what they have to do people act like they get paid to remind grown folk to vote who's going to know you did if they didn't see you do it

Hush It Up (Repost)

m whispering quietly~~~ trying not to waken the beast taking away, what happiness we saved, my black...ness is all I have, you might laugh but it's enough for me wouldn't want to be any other nationality, created most hated so proud of the people though we may be fading in a fleeting moment victims of unlawful and illegal occultic underhanded dealings the truths that are being revealed has reached out and killed many in hidden colors there are some who read the fine print, those who do not fear the number 13 know the underlined truth in the Amendment though I may shake a bit like an aftershock after a California earth quake trembles, my hands are steady my finger are not to nimble to quietly tap the tree, give my people dap empowering them to empower others this is how we can will and still glean

Making You A Fiend Made Me Your Habit

I made you up to keep me company when I was lonely I made myself believe you were real when it was time to let you go you grew too strong to kill I moved on and you are still tagging along making me feel like I'm wrong to make myself believe you gone when you are still holding on

Elevated (Repost)

How high am I to feel so good How high am I to touch the sky How high am I to forget my pain How high am I to think that I 'm sane How high am I to accept and not complain How high am I to stand uncovered in the rain How high am I to not feel a thing How high am I to sit staring out into space How high am I to run slow thinking I'm winning the race How high am I to forget what happened yesterday How high am I to say fuc it to everything How high am I to act as though I'm invincible How high am I to think I'm indispensable How high am I to see clouds in a clear blue sky How high am I to believe that I could fly How high am I to believe everything is going to be alright How high am I I'm not high enough

Blood In The Plan

life in the project growing up too fast rushing the process mom on poison dad in prison outside the set opposition no bread no milk no butter no eggs in the kitchen roaches in the sink with the dishes love loss best friend dead broken pieces shards of thoughts cut deep noise in the hall black mold behind the wall sleeping on a dirty spread weeping words on a rap pad freedom of speech on a rap beat dreams of being hood rich wake up in a rap beef signature on a contract name on a wrap sheet trying to compete out the mud in the dirt bathing in blood on concrete hard to get out the stains spots on the brain street life hard to wean the fame feelings on opioids to cope with the pain eyes of flame heartbeat on lean crime on the rise bells chime clockd strike murder time life in chain life on trial judge shouts "LIFE" then smiled back to the cell sit in jail living in hell it's a weeping shame but who gone cry for the child in the d*ck in the bootie house screaming "LET ME OIT"