Late at night I stir the pot of fate Following an afternoon of discontent "What difference does destiny make?" I dine, a meal seasoned with hate Gods sit silently at my round table but don't partake. I scan my plate In search, I imagine greater goods Then I look to the Gods and wait "Please!... Continue Reading →
Provenance
The sun rises to meet me by then, I'm waking up my hair music booms as I sing off-key pausing to be thankful in prayer smiles reflect from the skin I wear Black Fist Pik stickin' outta my fro constantly aware of this love affair Looking at my swag! I'm ready to go Yay! I... Continue Reading →