Peace & Love Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

cause if i die tonight

another doctor will find a heartbeat

a 14 year old daughter will get an abortion

and we'll lose another child in the abyss of capitalism

hoping if in deed I do die tonight

God will remember all of the weedsmoke i blew his way

maybe it does make me passive

but it makes my mental active

from a drone/vegetable status

2 being on point in all ways like a cactus

my girl is my world, im her axis

not a pimp, no limp, no chalice

pretty lil navajo girl with an accent

the other girls sound like sims from Maxis

if you dont understand this you average

me and my girl split it all like taxes

take a break from it all, trip in fall, we kit kat'n

as i send messages across the world like faxes

hate attacks, paper stacks & we laugh'n