Immortality

Gum on my shoe, wet behind the ears,
And thinkin’ of all the would be years.
The envious peers who smile in my face
With hate inside their heart; their most vacant space.
Their minds are hollow as the drum beating chills through your shakras.
While I’m flowin’ like the melody of nature’s flute;
Aimin’ then I shoot!
The maze of my mind might misplace you
If I didn’t keep it plain with the words I say.
I travel through scattered dreams of days,
Relating to men on so many levels.
So many rebels
Against a cause for destruction
On a deeper level.
The evil one tried to trap me.  Of course I denied.
‘Walking on the path of a very thin line.
Still idol minds lie in idol times,
Praisin’ the god-M.C. like he’s divine.
You’re a fool if you think he will get you out of your mess.
It’s TheMostHigh I rely on the uplift my distress.
In the middle of reality and somewhere cerebral
Is my essence; my power to be a born leader
Uncommon to the mainstream.
And I never knew what made my pen sing
Until my sore knees filled fluid.
My hands cupped like a chalice 
Runith over with His blessings,
But I’m still stressin’ to Him immortality
In the event of my grand fatality
Where my flesh meets the Earth in holy matrimony.
As for my soul, it travels to another plane
Much the same as my hell on this Earth, my pain;
Or my paradise in my home, my bliss.
Blue skies and sunshine chaise away storms
In a stormy mind where when drama rains, it pours.
Call it what your want I’m still gone put it on ya mind,
Power dirvin’
Like the divine design implied on your jeans when they are multiplyin’.
It’s like I’m defyin’ the law of nature;
Takin’ my God-given grace as wings and I fly.
Not thinkin’ about how I’ll die but how I’ll do when life is done.
When my soul is free.
My life is free;
Free for the world to view and spew the spit of gossip.
Do you think I’m drowin’ in all my hardship?
I swim fast, far pass the margin with the jargon of a street poet
Mixed with the eloquence of a true scholar.
Some people I know still want to put me down
Like I’m that clown with that upside down frown
Laughing at my town where they pitch soft or hard balls from a mound
Called the projects. 
Where they chop trees to burn in Swisher Sweet bark,
Spark rock on the concrete in the midnight dark,
And they talk about this war on terror like all those solider are lost
Drowin’ in a sea of their dreams.
For they see the horror we don’t see.
And all we hope for is that they come home without a scar seen.
But that will never be for a solider in the field
Not wanting to yield.
Still…
When kingdom come some will shun
The day of their birth, knowing that their ass is done.
So let us pray for them for they will die.
Lost lives but life is life.
Allah, it is your choice to grant to them immortality
In the event of war’s causality
That burses the heart’s of wives and kids badly
And they still move on…steadily.
Tryin’ to find a place; a wide-open space
Called freedom.
For the best things in life are free when I think about it homie.
Was born for free, will die for free;
Free form my sins I’ll fly for free
To reside within the light up in heaven
With His permission of course.
To be seated next to the righteous;
To defeat all the ones who will try to fight us
Or study us to see what will delight us
Yet they will never in a million know.
I glare with the third eye in my pen seeing what’s not seen
And I’m no physic.
I’m just a young prophet tryin’ to make a profit
Just so the profit in this existence
Knowing on this Earth I can’t live forever…
So if I die Lord, I pray you graciously grant me immortality.

God bless the dead.