I never wanted to be your best
Cause it felt like it was a test
And I didn’t want to be a choice
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Like a snail contesting in the midst
The tired wind leisurely drifts about
Although it feels no utter shame
For its monotonous game
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My heart lies still
As my mind rages war
Of love gone by
And not yet replace
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I awake to a darken bliss
With no one around to care less
Nor an inner peace within
That would lift me to an end
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I sometimes wonder
About my angelic sender
Unheard cries
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They say I'm strange
For I have no range
They say I'm too old
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Would it torture my mind
Of things I know not
If I was dreaming of things
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Roaring thunder lights up the
violet sleepy skies.
The taste of coldness
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Say what Say what—
Forget the hype
I’m no stereotype
Just A Tall, Lean, Bronze Brotha
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