Get Up Man: It's Only You!

The pitter patter of the rain on his window compared to on hills moving like so slow... downward... tureen… serene to the visions of the other side… his... pride larger than life… he might as well think of something else… being thrown back and forth whirlwind… when his words blurted transcending trading in his actions for poverty… prosperity…. Clarity not reached now his vision blurred he caresses his eyes to please the guide he thought he could confide in eyes burned, pulled, widened, frightened…. By then… and the now’s fall next to the never him’s…. his inspiration thrown away with the cigarettes that kept him, him….  
 
Slim black boy with rags for riches mistress he called his love but in essence a gust of smoke making a mess of foolness… a blessing in disguise his words doubled as his medicine…. Taken twice a day as needed but lately he has over dosed… stomach not pumped for extra relief…. His disbelief… grew like gorge and the giant peach… but everything was just peachy right? Wrong and his wrongs are what his words prolonged… the inevitable cracked and rumbles underneath his feet... squashed and crumbled… be he continued to be humble for the simple fact of making it through his trials and tribulations…. Indentations of creation…. He is here on earth for something… his purpose not quite revealed… in scripted in the hands of the higher maker… letting his mind wonder about whether he should or should not Continue to the venue as he waste his waist away on the streets glock tied alongside his 9 strapped up as if it was mine... as he spoke nigga I’m not here slime… red and blue defined his shooting…. Stories blind…. No plot… climactic integrity…. Plagiarisms gold and the law made justice on his original plan to go to college and be what his dad called a true man but the streets called him…. Diverged in life’s plan retained being taking back again again and again
 
 Man … “don’t you see I like killin” damn…. He’s corrupted…. Engraved in the devils glands… vitals checked… “He’s stable ma’am” her hand caresses his head… now he sees that this life don’t get you nowhere  but  in shackles… band… branded as the neighborhood watch… standing on the streets of Atlanta shooting down stars and letting them fall onto the feet’s of all that walk the street …. Bloodshed because you want control... god has a different plan… get it together… blend your longing for zealousness to blow this join and start a new trend… it only you who can change the grey sky’s blue… keep 100… say it true… it’s only you who can change you and follow your plan make out and become a man...