a word from my thoughts can feed the mind
though my footprints of art are lost in time
trying to find my way thru this densely gray pathway
and maze my way out....with all i got.
a shot of my love will hypnotize profoundly
and transform the surroundings
one drop of my blood is a thousand pains
my mind frame is astoundingly stable
and ironically fatal in its own little way.
my heart beats pound like an avalanche
i march thru Detroit as if i was in Afghanistan
with weapons of my choice....i recommend left hand iron fist
right handed sword...no shield ready for war
voice roar like the king of the jungle
presence of royalty be humble
rumble young man rumble
in this land of the jungle....
where you either stand of be crumbled
it never cease to exist....war is all there is...
since the birth of time...war unwind
as the mind worshiped materialism
we battle...with bullets and opinions
waterfalls of blood brings rivers of tears
my diamond mind reflects my golden heart
my steel back holds failure and success
my traveling feet are like GPS...
they know where to turn...i never guess...
its either no or yes
right or left...life or death...
add it up...and count every step
...my ghetto footprints