Poetry

As I approach this world with a purpose and a reason 

This is the meaning of what I’m tryna get across

But I can’t losem of what I taught 

So understand these words what I’m speaking clearly

Its like you tryna focus on what’s wrote

But a masked man told it

With good intentions of this single moment

Ain’t no opponent stepping up to this diabolical mind

Its like rain pouring when its sunshine

It’s like chaotic feelings when its good times

So can you hear me or do you feel me 

But it doesn’t even matter when you catch this appealing

I done seen real turn shiesty 

But who am I to call it when nature grows poison ivy

That bad with the good 

That’s a black man out the hood

That’s putting weed in a wood 

Ah that smells so good 

Let it flow or let it pour