Coasting around inner thoughts of inner city blocks,
shots rang out brains blown out
like grains of sand dumped amongst our deteriorated land,
lost spirits drifting in a timeless space
consumed into the Blackhole of strife reborn once,
but saved twice.
Sleeping with different women
with no hood
today may deprive us of earthly life
having visions of broken dreams
and dreams of shattered visions;
trapped inside cerebral suppressed memory,
tangled in the web of living for cream
rapped together like presents
begot from heaven
Three Kings bearing three rings
Justice,
Knowledge,
and Wisdom
the keys that lead the beholder
to the Plymouth Rock.