in a door way, there i stood with my blunt and my bible with my black mambo like am coming out from the streets of outcast
i let my shadow cast out my feelings like my dream tattoo i'm about to ink on my black skin
same time my shadow got me up from my sleep after spending three days in the studio ghost writing my way up, like am Jesus descending up to heaven
my bad habits always puts me in nervous mood like the first time i piece my ear when am in primary six
a young kid with calibrated anxiety disorder...
it always happens when i had to speak how i feel about our fuxkin system and heresy some of our religious leader preached all in the name of God
just like am asking my self which way do i point my perspective for my shadow to understand,
am not lost neither do i need direction to the nearest bank to make withdrawal of my hard work.
#peace_mothafuka
thank you
love
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