visions of burned dreams and frozen goals
engulfs the soul of a souja;
struggling to survive the constant turmoil
of failed plans dissolved like sand in empty hands,
missed opportunities slipped from the grasp
of a 78inch beast, with nightmares of getting
shot down in the street for not toting personal heat,
thought suckers only died from false beliefs;
not the case for a chosen priest,
life is not promised and death is an undying constant;
so plans are continually devised to one day reach
the point of The Most High,
but the evil temptress is always lurking,
searching for a pinch of hope to plant their poisonous
venom to paralyze forward movement,
but the creed of a rebel is non stop revolution,
therefore protection against evil is the only possible
solution;
Holy armor and shield conceals the spirit
of a Bonafide Warrior