THE FINISH LINE WAS TOO FAR FOR OUR UNDEVELOPED LUNGS,
OH SWEET SCENT OF OUR SPRINTS...WE HAD A NICE RUN,
AS THE LEGS OF OUR LOVE GO NUMB..AND CRUTCHES ARE SOUGHT,
ITS OUT OF HAND NOW...BUT WHEN IN MY CLUTCHES...I FOUGHT,
I FOUND OUT TRUST CANT BE TAUGHT...ONLY GAINED AND KEPT,
MAINTAINED TIL DEATH...SAME AS RESPECT,
I’VE DREAMTH FOR THINGS..PRAYED AND WEPT..
GOT MY PRAYERS ANSWERED..FUCKED THEM OVER
THEN UNDER THE RUG THINGS WERE SWEPT,
WELL GUESS WHAT?
ALL THAT SWEEPING HAS GOT ME WEEPING,
THE SWEET SOWING OF THE REAPING GOT A NIGGA DEEP IN...
A MIND FRAME LIKE..."FUCK WHAT YALL HEARD IF IM DEAF",
AND WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER IF A THEIF REPORTS A THEFT?
TO BE CONTINUED.........
ILL FINISH IT SOON... I PROMISE.
