I had a few rough days, and tougher nights.
Black man in America.
Guess I inherited that plight. Still.
This brick road was never golden.
So many forks before me.
Trippin here, there, and everywhere.
By the time I looked up.
I didn’t know that I was lost.
Down to ride, be a man, stick it through. Whatever the cost.
How’d I end up here.
I haven’t been me since been since.
What reality is this.
Thoughts so explicit.
I’m cool though.
I refuse to be a victim of life.
Nor circumstance and happenstance.
Hope is on fleek.
Faith so lit it outshines the sun.
3rd man Green.
One man team.
I will not lose.