Wait On You? Fool You Blown Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

eyes don't know
i ain't knowing nothing but riding simulations out further than before in realtime
happening in my own world accomplishing
as the deja vus fly by seen
and i recognize em all like geah i am definitely focused
and ain't no hoochie gonna approach me
and ain't no busta gonna be on the sides of me talking stagnant in the realtime
cause we in two deep
i remember when me and Tupac Amaru Shakur use to conversate details about this and that yeah
rolling in a T-Top Regal dark as night mare could be with her eyes wide open smiling
we must gon gallop into the fields of the unknown
my sword on the side
the dagger on my left ankle
it's that kris on the real
ugh(echoing)
before the shadow fell into the twelve deeply exhaled
i never knew we could rush
and i never knew i could fiend for that next goal
never underestimate a true fiend about his or her reality while the human body physically resting
and why in use tracting on foot or moving in a truck
wait on you?
fool you must be blown
and do i know you?
the Marvelettes simply answered seconds of my time to the obsolete silliness- "I don't know" (echoing)