Wrong Direction

I got spit, fire and rhythm.
Like a ghost, I will be back
Again. I am not any logarithm.

Everything on this track
Is slick and smooth.
I am about to jack

Up this party. I soothe
The hate and anger.
We are still in our youth.

I am still the amber
That sparkles and shines.
I take the dagger

And sink it deep in the mines.
I might be looking
For the wrong signs.

*entered into The Drop competition and won