In-CoMpLetion-Thoughts

Exploiting on the main stage.

Remember the olde age whilst the hearts passion wasn’t depicted as rage.

Hustling and bustling never stays granny always said.

I’m facing a day where they wage war.

But can’t feed people without stores.

In a day where the middle man used to be just drugs

Now they take kids bodies out in designer rugs.

When they could gave those children love and hugs.

Fendi, Gucci, Prada. These things make me holla.

Babies dying in and over threads; text is after con better get said.

Forgetting the unforgettable is the new stable of the tale told by the hunter.

Spreading and dividing conquering through lies burning family ties.

Breaking family trees limbs.

Just facing generational worldly curses.

I end last because I will finish first reverse the first shall be the last.

Remember these graphs on the page the age over the skies can inscibe.

So many days and nights witnessing but never telling maybe be the hidden pain.

Still a day away.

Sitting here remenscing over the seas and rain.

Looking through window panes trying too look from outside to within and escape the gray.

I still stray now that I’m older I pray.

Greatful for a home-stay forever a new day.

Another way.

I see I see my name is C.

So I saw everything that life swings.

Then adjusted my high beems.

Twenty Twenty is plenty.

Hind sight is sight of hind.

Illuminates plight.

Engage understand you must win the battle not the fight.

Eat and drink from the wells that don’t cast shadow spells.

Escalation I saw forming from the stares.

Is all I saw when walking up to the top from the bottoms almost seemed to be fall.

When leaves left the trees the stars tears glistened iridescently against the sea.

Don’t pity me when the boat man cometh.

Celebrate the Kings arrival assertive dominance for the skies ball to show the people to survive.

Food never healthy enough.

Heavy enough to gain calories.

Dreams to see better things while deploring

Soaring, full inside; esteem in steam to favor in the wind never can pull in ends.

Hungry; no more oodles and noodles.

Just chicken gumbo and cornbread gravy from the stove.

Missing when the pots were full of soul food.

Blue is what I’ve been seeing lately.

Trying not to fade to black, sitting never relaxed.

Always asserting myself mitigating circumvent elated circumstances leaves people empty when I saw the well.

When I snapped back into the take.

Life never sees the same thing exactly twice.

Think you didn’t have to claim jinx just blink.

Remember life is empowered through endowment of the tounge never run.

Stand tall in mist of the forsaken teach never breach reach to souls to save.

Never take to make, love and create.

Woke up and I heard a voice thought it was my own thoughts.

I heard an inner thought speak so I ran trying to formulate speech.

I ran to speak and speech never understanding searching without seeking is a dangerous peak.

I’m on edge when I saw the sun reach over the valley and, again I heard it.

Today will be a forever great stay.

The Lords way was the inscriptions flown to my ear.

So there was my day depicted.

Sitting in the old house.

Quiet as a mouse, screaming over material schemes.

Gold, diamonds rings, and saturated disingenuous love connects faster than any plug or drug.

I have to fill these papers with words to feel.

What if the inscriptions generate buzz–light years.

My image and perception was once smeared, shed many tears now were here.

I feel the Lord near.