Strolling through concrete jungles
home of the ghettos,
but residents don't know it;
many claiming they know me,
getting recognized in foreign lands
must have a face that can't be forgotten,
giving thanks for the love and the survival,
enemies on a bonafide hunt
trying to eat my lunch without a clue
that I know true hearts through the fire
in retina,
secret desires reveled with vision to view
the soul when its bright,
nowadays folks shine isn't bright enough
to shine in pitch-black,
praying for the lost engulfed in the darkness,
surrounded by the evils;
learned from mistakes,
never judge but keep vision peeled,
sleep with one eye open,
one nostril breathing,
sniffing out vermin with the other,
plotting while I'm dreaming,
but the power wakes me up,
grab my dawgs,
praying for soul if they start to bark;
enter at your own risk,
life is precious...
ain't a thing worth the risk...