I'm out of breath
I run from door to door seeking ways of peaceful death
The poetry in me makes it clear about the joy of my mama during my birth
I then ask myself!
Is it worth a try?
I try hard to direct my way to my bookshelf
I see myself failing but then I remember I have stunts to skip and enemies to prove wrong
I hate visions as I make love
The blood is everywhere and all I need is that love of a dove
The cards I play makes me rush but the tree I smoke makes me live my dreams
My trips to heaven never put me in riches
I take it slow 'cause I know God never put me out here to play with the patience I got
I never set myself records but I have one revenge to make as days unfolds!
©lethal
L