Out on the street..
A mark of questionity glistenin over my head..
But I,
just try to keep up with whatever i see..
Whats natural to em, isn't quite so to me..
Its somethin new..
Some sort of marathon that's well long overdue..
Al honouring the words once spoken
by Blessed King Lie Lee Hood..
Never questionin themselves,
cuz we're human,
We go strictly by the dusty ancient books !!
"How long?!" i think aloud,
Are we really puppets, hellbound?
Am i really dreaming?
Will i ever wake up now and get over it ??!
These thoughts soon drown..
The ostrich's head goes underground..
But its not dark yet.
The head will be raised forever.
And not just mine.
My life I'd bet.
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