Night is dark, all is silence
Can we relate, dont hate im honest
bring your worries an further more we escalate by our
stories. Knowing more than we should, were homeys
from the old hood, doing what was taught to be down,
get a clown, seeking strolling the town. I wasn't proud,
but I wont forget, what I left
We never found a pathway, you want a payday,
I want to be recognized because people like me need fame
to make a change. But will they change?
Living isn't what we yearn but earn
How my head spins an heart beats,
when will it end? And whats next to meet?
Darkness is a treat worth while. By this moonlight
I notice a smile.
All is sleeping, while im walking the streets tripping,
glancing up notice to the stars glitterring.
Everything that was taught I filtered in.
1996 WriTiNg
