Reading through the pages of the past couple of years
Broke an unmovable man into tears
Because he was reminded of his fears
And all that was lost, alleviated and accelerated by the beer

All the clouds of smoke numbed the brain

It is Music
And I Hate how individuals
Abuse It

It is Spiritual
The Music I Hear is A Miracle

It is Hip-Hop
In Glory that was the War Drum
That Freed Our Ancestry
From the Mental Village of Slum

I document my life through poetry and trapping my free thoughts. The purpose is to document the events that control my life. These events have caused me to possess infinite questions and one is am I really alive? I understand my heart beats and I have DNA, but is this what was really meant for me?