5/29/09
Walking the earth, traveling on salt
Covered dirt, full of what governs
Millions,concealed with plenty of secret thoughts,
aggravated things bought cause black is my day,
brown is my skin, sin is my pen, how it bleeds on white sheets,
competing with 500 thread count;
With a loaf of bread and 1fish;
Serve millions with the gift;
Life given 4 free, but folk too blind
To physically see the precipice,
‘til death is upon them;
Never read the book;
Unable to overstand why they're not able or
Capable to comprehend the look of the enemy;
What a tragic pity;
Death is the blood of the city;
Should be spelled with a ‘S'
Because sity life disguises the hectic
Stress, but is exposed by the constant
Threat of death;
Come fill my steps!