all my lovers leave-their dreams are more important then me
AS IT SHOULD BE.
most my brothers in & out of the pen
and these kids round here ask why I dont speak...why Im always spending
Used to make phone calls to my kids before the taps
now I just talk to my ma or my straight shooters from childhood-every call mapped.
I had teachers who told me my life was a game of craps
as Hammer said “dont be another statistic”...I just laughed
Its hard being a touch sadistic
especially when youre undeniably prolific...a bit mad
I wish this didnt sound as narcaccistic as it is
but the truth is harder to swallow then half of these fads.
I keep myself in pads
running through the blocks
I just wanna stay out of the pad
I wont waste my life in the cell blocks-ill dissapear before that
I feel like perfect cell,in a beautiful hell I created for myself
formed from my decisions-lack of knowledge of self
I hope one day Ill be lead by the smells
of fresh flowers and gentle rain on a dirt trail...a path which leads to my personal health