A Conversation With

So we finaly get to meet
Hope you dont mind if I take a seat.
Cuz its hard to belive that this is legit.
You know us sitting in the sky
Me and Marley getting high
While Monroe tries to satisfy
Each and every eye
Ghandi just sitting there next to Marther Luther King
Like there aint a thing / I cant stop looking
And I gotta congratulate you on your win
Remember ? I was fifteen lost a dream and my queen
Yeah suddenly put in between YOU and HIM.
Yeah I chose him but I guess you chose me
And I guess this is what its like to be free
No money and no wars everyones just happy
And I can see all the people that I've lost
Beyond hard to comprehend at first hand
But I think I understand that I can grasp
The everlast task to take off the mask
And simply relax / so thanks for that
Jesus I can finaly leav the strap
This is it another sheet in the book
Of the poet from the street complete.