Mellow in the hood, is like starving when your upper-class
Makes nonsense, like a contradiction
Being material wealthy, yet you poor soul.
Digging to you will surface some bones
Dead to life and all it has to offer
We’re No longer a receptacle for nature’s true power
Narcissist, Malevolent, hell-bent on destruction
Frustration from this malfunction
Detest this current situation
Patterns which thoughts process develops infatuations
Leveling off from realizing that I never left the ground
I have so much pride I’m determined to fly.
Soaring from these doomed days,
Bathe in love and harmony
Yes, I smile and this is all of me
Emotions, determine Attitudes
Man I think I blew a fuse
I’m not shining like I use to
No reason faking it to make it
That is a waste of a “use”
Oba Richards '08
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