Here we go again,
with this pressure,
another all night caper,
ready to get capsulated with intoxications in a different nation,
where relations I'm loving,
digging in the creates like Egyptian king cobra snakes,
hissing for the proper scent of the woman of my dreams
the goddess of my nightmares,
searching me out like a dragon breathing fire
in my heart pumping my blood to the highest legal pressure point;
life,
what's the point,
the one keeps passing me bye like planes in the sky,
no one watching the shine of my spirit
all they see and view is the wild hair,
cold stare and the decomposed frame.
But the focus is much bigger than the world trade
won't fall,
can't be broken my spirit is the truth,
Caught I am in this rat race,
shaking the evils,
but still dabbling in sin,
attempting to maintain a meek mind frame,
living this life but its only a temporary game.
Change is growth,
however must folks don't care to know the real,
realizing it's greater then me,
cause what's inside the center of my nucleus
is the light of the Most High,
guiding my soul,
leading my flesh,
and blessing me with eternal breath.