I’ve seen so much beauty
in some of the worst places
changes and emotions in different faces
people going through different phases
different dialects and different phrases
the sun is approaching gone is the night
nothing else can satisfy my sight but light
creating the visions I want in my plight
eradicating the divisions I do not
the same birds singing the same songs
perched on the same branch
too comfortable to fly away
to another night to see a better day
too many stay and role play
a different episode, sitcom and scenario
I pricked my thumb on the point of a star
reaching for a cloud to comfort me
from being struck by lightening
applying pressure to stop the bleeding
cleaning out the impending infection
feeling like I'm just wandering
aimlessly receiving the wrong directions
from those without my complexion
if I’m doing time what is my crime
this is bull this is some nonsense
this is not on my own recognizance
as I rattle on like my mind is gone
Strategically my craft I hone
if I stand I stand alone
if I’m the truth I’m on my own
you can't hide your covers blown
be original not a carbon copy
your penmanship is too sloppy
your razors dull the edge is rusty
covered in cobwebs and dusty
clean up your act its musty
I’m relentlessly resilient
trust me