Piece Out

Another crack of dawn, another fight won
Replay scenes from the brain that I write from
Ponder and wonder, am I in the right form
Is my optical nerves ready for when the lime light comes?
Cos I’m mentally exhausted and stressed
Continue penning texts to be considered the best
Would the work be something I would extremely regret
Would hip-hop heads reject or be immensely impressed
Life dealt me a bad hand and a pair boxing gloves
Funny cos stomach jabs don’t pass for tummy rubs
I may weather blows like Manny Pacquiao
But my next trick, I’ll pull a Rabbit out of the horses mouth
Too young to die, cruising through my soulful age
Let the records play, till I’m old and grey
It was moms who blessed my plate with food
In my innocent trifling days of youth
I’m thinking and scheming of ways to repay her
Earth nurtured seed became the fruit of labor
In this life of sin, bless the skin I’m in
Dark hearted, four chambers engraved with melanin
Conditions we living in usurps the dividends
Living wage is a myth if the wage is minimum
Peace be with you and your family who wanted love
Play safe cos it ain’t great if your wants is drugs
They call you blood
They betray the minute they have the chance and call it love
I believe you, Only a Few people Keep it legal, to squeeze a nickel you don’t
have to hug the snub