The game of Life

(I know its nothing original topic wise but still young and still hold the question of purpose)


Kickin back on the world like on a grandiose veranda
No plan ta
Demand a
Explanation from the man
On why we are band ta be
Stuck on this planet, we
Can’t understand but see
Future transparencies
Make life too obvious
We don’t play to know the score wherefore
Our purposes, never defined
Living a life is like livin in a blind
Man’s universe
Pensive
Never see what’ll hit us
Defenseless
Cuz if we are givin the vision
Its senseless
To dodge hits from brass knuckles branches
Blanch face, in trance stances
To evade is to block rock punches
That’s purpose is to knock hard crunches
In order to stop our hundreds
Of weak points
Toughening key points in our minds
Like bold on a text
Life is cards in a deck
Is it heart or spades next,
Every flip unpredicted
Evicted, out of our own will
It’s the Hands deal
He plays by His feel
Every pick is a permanent course
Can’t force for provisions
Its highly unlikely
The source of decisions
We make it may spike the
Ball in the other direction
But its only by team and self efforts
Whether we win or lose
Play to win givin clues
It’s the game of strife
The game of life

tite flow dawg with sum knowledge involved... i'd say its more a rap lyric than a poem..even tho da form lent on da poetic.... shit iz coo tho


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ayo im really feelin that, you pretty good keep elevatin and droppin !!

Thanks yall! appreciate the comments.