It's Pouring
Sour rains of misfortune saturate my shell-shocked façade,
Hours drain-away so soon; I debate: Why does Hell lock my fate?
Now my Soul is not saved, therefore, I foretell it’s not safe…
For me to subsist on this landscape in which I can’t relate,
Awake at daybreak knowing another day is just another mistake
As I discover the ache sneaking under the cover of shade,
See I’m not Able like the brother of Cain to remain focused…
Since my hopeless brain is ravaged by a strain of strange locusts,
Tenacious fuckers; frantically causing a fury so atrocious
I’m half dead already, so when I boot the bucket nobody will notice,
Or, see me sat in the lotus-position meditating to cleanse cells
Choking on coffin nails as greedy gremlins feed on my entrails,
So much for so-called friends, they disappear in a dark spell,
Then I dwell over “who’s who” in this Town of Babel…
Coz when I roll-up on the ends its difficult to tell;
Which is why I verify by The Holy One we fear from the skies…
Chicks will bleed you dry, then leave w/o a tear in their eyes
Males transform from Boys to Men as they rise to become ogres,
Despising their wives when drunk, then at dawn they lie sober…
As highfliers – buy lovers, Thai brides, plus rookies from Russia,
Fuck a backbreaking occupation frustrating myself for crumbs,
Slave drivers must think I’m 1 of kunta Kent’s Great-grandsons,
Mind battles leave scars internally borne forming terminal misery,
The jail-bars and shackles have vanished,
So why am I not free?
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