scars

It's cold wet and hard in these streets; this ain't no credit card, EBT. Broke down houses with roofs that leak; it's dark and dangerous here, bleak. Filled with hustlers gangsters and beast, laying them down one by one; deceased.

No one one the E seeks peace, blowing in the wind like a leaf. Hold up stop, slow it down; creep.

The lights go out: darkness infinity, resting; sleep. Verbal assault; sweet.

Give it away; free. The streets: wet and hard left me with war scars. I was pure when I fell from mars; oh Lord, walk with me in these streets, keep your blessings surrounding me; Babylon the wicked one is around me, hell hounds barking at me the wicked one is trying to decieve me. I Am filled with wisdom and glory, I Am the son of Solomon the wisest man. Burning like fire and water, cold, wet, hard, scares.

Blackhemmingway~2014©