A Master Plan Poem by John Ackerman

got capped in the back of my head

the ground was wet on that dreadful day



my brain swelled through its brazed main gait

swollen lips shooting bits



going get that thug that did this

now I'm in the hospital with wires in my brain



shooting up dope so I can cope with this swing

shadows block as I sit in isolation



dreaming of days on a long vacation

with the bullets flying out high in the street



Homeboy's selling crack not some meet & greet

got to stay positive cause I got hope in my heart



A vision of God while I was lying in the dark

this will light the inner spark to what I need to know



The Lord said to me a sinner never gives

the less that you give your a taker



he held my hand attached to his long cane

this illusion was mess nearly driving me insane



Said to stand tall & to trust that he was in control

lose the lame excuse to bump up the tempo



Showing me further a field of dreams

many people choosing to scream



getting lost in the sauce of compromise

can't you see the truth & turn from Satan's old lies



to my surprise I awoke to my family & friends

that dream gave me hope & a reason to depend



shadows block my vision from within again

I just remember that dream & think about the master plan