Mama please don’t worry about your only living Boy
For I swear that I have sweated
threw it as well as caught it
seen it
done it
still Living and still Runnin’

Father do please protect from the other who was said to be a brother
him, the distruster that caused a cycle blood-rush in mothers
him too that caused pain while using guilt as bed-covers
the essence of hate that he sprinkles from one human to another


Explanation :
“The times when I arrive and walk in with a slight grin,
means the money has been bought for the continuous tree recycling
Writing it and smoking it
blowing it, holding it
everyday brings my future of dejaVu premeditated

Not a dollar short nor a day late
the proof lies inside my fate
then shows inside my face which is the shine of 1st place
So many women to date but just a few as “Running Mates”
only one as the Queen because she delivered what was kept on wait

My Lord I do pray because I was taught only one way
Mamas hot stove and the coldness inside of everything that Dad would say

The Gift of writing fills voids for the release of a quiet storm’s noise
remembering the blindness of girls and the stupidity of all those boys

Dark corners where I listened to helpful hints that were often mentioned
(work and always build to maximize the security of Life’s pension)
don’t worry mama please… I understand what I was given
I understand where I’m at, and right now, “I’m still Living”