Thinking for Change.

I have hope and dreams, bullet riddle nightmares, as mothers cry for their sons, with pain filled voices and hopeless screams. I can't take it as the sorrows of tomorrow, has my heart busting at the seams.  Flashing lights and bodies out lined in chalk, and it's my reality. not a script projected on a movie screen.  Roll a blunt, snort a bag trying to escape the scenes.  Eyes soaked praying to God. Asking the lord why we do such dreadful things. Death is the puppet master where I am from, a man with a gun in his hand, becomes a puppet and death controls the strings. Fathers in prisons doing push ups, instead of pushing their children on swings. Becoming imprisoned things, leaving Queens without their Kings. Yet I strive for greatness, cause I  want to make a change. Our future dreams are burning, I  want to put out the flames. I want to let my goals breathe, instead of let them drown in shame. I  want the devil to forget me, and  God to remember my name. It's like I'm playing chess in life but it's not game. It's  been a long time since I  gotten high,  I let my addiction fly, so I could give life a try. I chosen to live and I am the reason why.  I just sit and think of my past and how I  just lived to die.  And to all that I hurt I apologize,  I let go of who I thought I was so the real me to materialize.  I feel myself I feel my glow, I'm a King strong black and beautiful. Mind body and soul.