Concentrate...there is a flower in the yard
She dances on concrete, and nothing else
And crack cocaine has ruined these streets
Whose demise is tied up in one\'s destiny?
Salty lilies dance in her head again
For there are people plotting against her, even demons
For demons are people attached to darkness
May God rebuke their presence right now!
And many houses run from hate
Because these neighborhoods are dying
Am I asleep or am I awakened
To the fact that people aren\'t real?
And public sabotage...where is the sun?
For what is the philosophy of killing the chicken?
For who is the chicken
And who is the egg?
I wonder as I run the naked city;
Is there a possible escape for justice
When justice is being barred?
Do we solidify the position of the leaders
As they speak gibberish to the world?
Is truth tied up in nuisance,
Or is it perfectly bound?
For why can\'t leadership be unbound?
Unbound is the man with the drugs...
I wish upon a star upon the drugs
That drugs will die soon,
And soon the world will come to its own demise
And salty lilies come to an agreement
With the man with the drugs
Amidst the city street blues
Behold the houses that run away
For they are people too--
And truth writes a poem about love
For love tries to win my spirit,
For I don\'t respect people who are fake
And make fake promises to me,
Because these are the people
Who end up strung out on fate,
And fate can be an evil spirit!
I rebuke Satan and his minions...
And who will go the distance
For a real one?
For a real one would never sabotage one\'s destiny
And real roses grow in the garden...
Get off my pages if you\'re not in my story
For all the real ones stay;
Oh the city street blues
Is the blues of life,
Shout out to the real poets
With a destined reality--
I find my crack cocaine
To be nonexistent.