Life

The following isn't fun. I'll try not to be too vivid. In actuality I may not be clear enough for you to get what I'm talking about.

Innocence on the wings of the wind.

Blown away only too soon.

Crude awakenings as the harsh world takes hold.

Walking a grown woman's walk with a six-year-olds talk.

As a swan flies a flamingo tries

And innocence dies.

Sheets of satin hold no comfort as they linger near.

Thread count in the thousands but not one count can replace the thread now bare.

Stripped of all the childish joys she dreams of how high she could fly.

Head bowed in shame as she tries to explain

But not one whisper rings true in the eyes of those who matter most

Where were you when that innocence floated away?

On to another, back to the next.... pause, rewind,

please don't play it back.

Searching for wings to take her away

She can feel a breeze caressing her hair and tickling her cheek

Instead of comforting it only stings.

Turning her back on the one who was supposed to be there for her

The one who promised her she would never be hurt

Promised her that no enemy shall prosper against her.

Before she even knew what the words meant she felt the pain.

Tears like acid rain flowed in dark bedrooms and hidden corners.

Years later those tears still flow deep inside tearing away, corroding, leaving treads like car tires.

Her whole life lived in darkness.

Smiles with shadows holding up every corner.

Laughter shaken by emptiness.

Until she couldn't take anymore.

She lifted her eyes toward the sky.

And that is when she found her wings.

Just watch her fly so high.

So High

I fly so high.

Sittin on top of the world.

I'd say the sky is limit. Nah, that ain't me.

The sky is proverbial, I'm extra-terrestrial.

Not alien.

Ha. Keep playin.

God made me in his image. Yeah, He don't play.

You think he'd make me green or like E.T.

Song playin over the beat...Phone home, phone home.

Lil Weezyana keep that please. I don't need your rhymes or that sick beat.

Even Nas had a point, if Heaven was a mile away.

Except he's only a prayer away.

Swallow that.

You see I got three guys fightin for me.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Ok that's one.

But my one don't need a two.

To the three, to the four.

He wrecked that beat and you don't even know what you waitin for.

Apocalypse maybe?

Come here, baby.

Smh all over the place.

Actin up, sippin up, livin it up.

Puh-leez.

I ain't crazy. Ok I take that back.

But better to be crazy then crazy and dead.

All up in the bed.

I'm not perfect don't try me.

But baby baby please save me.

Save me? Save you.

I'm rubber and you're glue.

Whatever bounces off me...please tie your shoes.

Safety hazard.

Don't want to trip before you make that fall

Into oblivion.

Come sit in my pavilion.

I got a gazebo that goes wherever he go.

Cause though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Oh man, you playin. There's that gazebo.

Come on here we go.

I come to the garden alone but we all know

Those footprints aren't mine alone.

He carries me.

Like Drew Kerry he knows every line.

But let Wayne Brady hit that repeat.

Yeah, that's right.

Wayne Brady smash it everytime he sing.

I watch those international delight commercials

Just to wish I had a smiley face cup

And say a little prayer for you, forever and ever and ever its true, I will love you.

Ok check it, one two one two.

I was told rappers don't count on the mic

But if they don't count there then where do they count?

Ah, a play on words. I'm so funny.

Psh. Puh-leez.

Let's get back to the subject.

Soul Searching

I walk in circles stopping only to see if the view has changed

Everything blurs, and twists, and distorts but remains the same

There's a bandana covering and coloring my world shades of red and black

Though weary, I refuse to raise my white flag

My path is uncertain and my way unclear

The snares of life threaten and the bandana tightens

But music has never let me down