24 Gospel

All the moments spent crying, I was meant to laugh.

The past don't hurt as much as it did. I'm intact. Honorable syntax. Just tryna cope.

I had a head full of smoke and a stomach where the gin sat. Imagine if I didn't rap.

I'm grateful for the gift of gab. Articulate the break and let a wave crash. The place I put my pain at.

The place I let it rain at. Where the fleeting feelings ain't facts.

It's the transmutation of a sane man flying through the outer realm and praying for a safe landing.

My kind of grace candid and sage managed to make it out alive and live a life of great standards. My head spinning like a breakdancer.

With all my problems in question, I got the same answers. I meandered.

The path zigzagging like a jack-o'-lantern.

My inner light relying on my candor to make the expedition. Got a plan first. I had the premonitions.

Gripping grimace 'til my hands hurt.

All that petty banter when I was busy kicking cans. Young, Black, gifted like the Panthers.

Past life regressions at a glance. I speak the language of the heart.

Those who seek it understand.

I trust that where I'm meant to be is where I am.

Spirit led me through the ash -and left impressions in the sand -Swift on my toes, stick with me.

Pick up the tempo and pulse. The ninja blender, spin 'em until they pulp.

Unfiltered, the brittle broken. Bread bitter, I had a cup spilling. This Mrs. won't give up a gulp.

Tough titty to hold.

It took a toll on the mental to never switch up but still want different results. Sisyphus lifting the load. It's a slippery slope.

The boulder big and wide. Aloha, amigo. Bye and hello. Thin Lizzy, the boy's back in town.

The villagers know. Sin City local. Kiss the ground. I been here before.

Sitting pretty, I'm the one who manufactured the storm. Advantage me, I broke the tie.

We had to move on. Answer me, please. I had it while I cast me the stone.

The animal ain't screaming. We slashed him. My daddy went home.

Snatched out of sleep. Shattered dreams. Crashed in the morning. Gotta keep it brief.

The liturgy, it had to be poems

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion.

Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for