SLOW DRIVE

 
I entered my G ride
2004 Lincoln Town car
starting the engine
pulled onto the block
leaving my residential neighborhood only for a short while not for good..


On a One Way Lane Down
crowded streets
Of ATL
Onlookers
 hookers
And Hustlers got things to sell
The time is 12:12
Ain't seen it All but I've seen the most
run down bandos'
with bullet holes through
it's doors

Something about these back roads
Seemed kinda sketchy
If I see them blue lights
I won't let him catch me

Taking the longest route
To an unknown destination
focused by the light of the Moon
I let that be my motivation

Windows down night air whispering through my dreads sweet music
feeling the emptiness
I sometimes forget
I am blessed
To be alive for this ride
some didn't survive
lost control and collide
But I hope
my tires don't slide
my pilot is
the most high

Spiritual guide by my side
showing me the signs while others are speeding by
In a hurry to die
But, I just want to make it home
Safely back into the garage
Spring nights will have you so hypnotized
anything could be a mirage
blurred lights
Collapsed time
seat is tilted and reclined
I fired up my last spliff
To Stimulate my mind
And leave the past behind
good music and Slow drives are the best

therapy sometimes…….