Dedicated to the pen plus the pad,
when my pen graces empty sheets,
somehow the ink begins to speak;
writing scriptures from living ocean scrolls,
from the days when moses was a child
walking with prophets before church got in it for the profits;
swollen pockets while they speak in tongues
behind pulpits telling the congregation that we're headed for damnation,
but the people are not relating;
walking blind without a dog to guide;
only swollen hidden pride that controls the vibe
of distressful things seen in my dreams,
but wake without screams;
caught inside a beast's belly;
infatuated with booty's that jiggle like jelly,
however while I sleep my vision is always blurry
or maybe situations are not always what they seem;
misguided teens that scheme on ways to loot for cream;
lead astray girls that allow anyone to rock their young world;
kids running their household
because fatherless mothers no longer have control;
toking on the totter while her 6year old son needs a tutor;
it's a state of emergency the
village needs a strong sense of urgency!