Galixy

What distant galaxy am I from; sometime I wonder how I fell from the sun and how do I make it back to Gods son. My vibrations are in tune like the tides rise and fall with the moon reading verses of sun tzu; pause, that was cool. 

I will never forget my people; noose. Babylon is on the run fuck a truce. 

Riding in the regale with Jerry bending corners: he use to roll them fat ass blunts, we called them burners; come out mommas start screaming my baby: shout. 

With out a dought the baby G's rode out, no matter if it is the funeral; them niggas was showing out. East side Park hill bangers; if you not were I'm from don't come around; no strangers, danger. we was like the army rangers Mixed with drug dealers; gangsters. They spoke with the flame first; soul lifted; flesh earth. 

Sometimes my soul hurts but that's the curse from my birth. 

Soldiers getting jumped in getting beat to the dirt; screaming Rollin 30 to the third. 

But that was back then; that was back in the day,now I just chill, maybe smoke a little hay. A nigga back in school now making straight A's; that's what I call shutting it down, not fucking around, I don't play. 

I do still dream about distant galaxies though; like when the skin peels off releasing my soul 7th heaven, home. 

Blackhemmingway~2014π©