Saturday, November 30, 2019


We have beliefs to stand by when the right sh*t ain’t been served
Not for when the path is clear, or just exchanging words
When the pain sears those who’re targets 
When the wrong mess done got started
When reason, patience have departed
Our constitution is regarded

Dig in and check your own chin
Whatever you’ve said makes you human
May not fortify your stance
You might need to sit out this dance

Yo, It’s alright if that test
Reduces you to questions, left
thinking are you a punk
Or did you just front
Spouting words, beating your chest
If you said it
But you can’t live it
Tighten your iron 
with the right rivets.

Revelations round the corner
“Oh shit!” moments on the border
Between what you know
And two steps down that path
Of dark disorder

And when the show goes live 
You forgot your lines 
And fakin it ain’t the move

You might get smacked
Or sent way back to 
Rebuild your charter groove

Hard to prove 
Morals that you’ve
Selected on the road so smooth
As worthy of some rough road life storm gear
That keeps you on the move

Dressed for a blizzard
At a picnic
Won’t train you
for shit that gets thick

Acting tough when
 you’re around the real stuff
Won’t fool anyone who’s had to come up rough
They smell your comfort, call your buff
And then you lost some folk maybe you could trust

So the morals and 
the ethical lines
The beliefs, the commandments 
What you stock inside,
From some kinda ism 
To some kinda pride
Run a systems check before the tide.

So, brothers and sisters 
How was this belief selected?
Was it a lesson, 
or something you collected?
Did it form when you were upset, alone and rejected?
Is it a monument to pride someone else erected?

Is it worth it?  Best go work it
Put your charter on display and reverse it.
Evaluate your code, Cut the shit time to search it.

Might just throw out all your thoughts
Might be plastic, just store bought?
Someone else’s style you caught?
A lesson you ain’t yet been taught?

So if you empty out your chest,
Would you be more, would you be less?
I’d say you’re more, say you passed a test.
New roads ahead, joy and unrest
Pleasured, pressed, cursed, burned and blessed
Some lows to hit, some heights to crest.
But you’ll be absent of the mess you stored up never having guessed
The things you like, adore, accept may not be strong enough for steps
You’ll need to lead you under stress
Toward whatever you got next.

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