The Other Half

56. LEAVE ME ALONE

These days I don't even want to hangout,

I'm so toxic, I have tons of bad energies for hand outs,

Besides what's the point, its all really crappy,

Everybody expects me to wear a smile and spend hours talking, like "what's happening?",

When I'm miles from being happy?

Want me talking about my life like you care about what is happening,

Ask about my problems, like you care about what I'm tackling,

When really you're in the search of another reason to wag your mouths about me.

Talk about me being proud and not antisocial as I seem,

Gossip about the way I work with what I pee,

Talk about my life's turn-outs like the future is something you can see,

You don't really care about me or what I do as an occupation,

You couldn't care less about my music's actual motivation,

To you, my life of pain is just another topic to incite your little conversations,

You don't care about my life nor it's complications,

Just how I'm ignoring my health education,

How I do drugs and cause my body to fall to provocation.

So that's why my phone's always on airplane mode, even though I'm not on a flight,

And my presence out of the places you can look, I'm out of your sight,

I don't want to put up an act or façade for you to be amused,

I'm being blunt, I'm being crude,

I don't care if I come off as annoying or rude

But my sanity's at stake and so I really must brood,

I apologize for never hanging out, for never being in the mood.

57. NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

My entire existence can crumble as swiftly as the wind whistles,

My entire life's plans can transmogrify to foolishness,

Without you in the mix, nothing can be anything,

Not even my holiness, not anything!

But with you I have not just one, but everything,

You can turn my waters to wine, you can give me anything!

So I've decided not to chase anything, but you,

You are the only one who can give me everything, and all for free.

58. PERFEC

I'm not perfect, this is a fact that has always been known to me, but for the first time ever;

I'm not troubled by this reality,

I'm shameless about it even,

Cause the pressure of feigning perfection is as stupendous as it is unworth,

I am a sinner even though I bear the name of a saint,

I am marvelous with words and speaking but I still stutter and get it wrong sometimes, so perfection is void from the picture of me that I'm trying to paint,

So while I will never stop trying to get better, never stop trying to up the echelon,

I am at peace with the fact that my life may never spell perfect to the last letter,

Why I still keep trying? That'll be a tale for later.

59. …WORSER DELUSION.

Vanishing thoughts, cynical emotions,

So used to pandemonium, everyday is commotion,

In my dreams I'm getting endless streams like the ocean,

But in the wake I got all these nakbas on me like lotion,

I see success, a moment where life would suck less!

But it seems like an illusion,

My ever constant faith is now met with confusion!

But I'm still at it cause giving up to me is a…

60. …HURT LESS, I'M NOT HEARTLESS.

It wasn't posed to end how it did, but regardless,

Ain't no way of saying it's over that could make it hurt less,

I used to be a sucker for you, and the way I haul ass!

Now you're not even on my speed dial, you're from a long past,

You and I know ain't no one else make you cum fast,

The way I did, but now you're not even on my compass,

Just trying to get everything out there, out of compact,

Hoping you'll hate me less if you're caught up in the contrast.

You weren't posed to leave Nige that soon, it happened too fast,

And I knew lacing love with distance never does last,

Thought about having a heart to heart and going all out,

But you know how I get when I'm so tense, my beast just comes out,

And a bunch of shit I never mean just start to get said,

Been a year closeting these feelings, but it's time they get said,

This is a plea for forgiveness not justification, I was undoubtedly a dumbass,

I was simply trying to sever and make it…

61.THE UNTOLD CONSUMMATION

We were always told about life being a battle and all about battle stars,

But always there was never a mention of the battle scars,

Pain that you can't outrun with no amount of flashy cars,

Depression so severe and beyond this earth, that it follows you even on a trip to mars

It chases you through the air, the seas, the jungle and even the road that are tarred.

It was said that the end justifies the means, so get it by any means necessary!

A lot of brethren lost it, going through unknown means unnecessary,

Some lost their lives, souls and some are in the penitentiary,

Some have lives but no meaning to it and would probably end up as a "gone too soon" Another casket in the cemetery!

Or a wasted life of existing and surviving instead of living with no impact just idle commentary.

62. GAUDY UNRIGHT DESIRES

I write these words on a dirtied page, as for now and for today I am a lewd sage,

Craving too much contact from too much flesh,

Diving in through the vanity like; what's still up next?

I know sex is an activity, activities are relative to time and time is passive, but I still don't fret,

When your gaze meets mine; pain and pleasure mix, twine as we hammer away,

When you continuously gulp me without swallowing, as I eat you without swallowing.

Regretful feelings cloud me in the after, the satisfaction turns torment and yet still blisses,

I vow never again, then I miss it, crave them; your kisses,

I touch myself to the memories, to my reminiscings,

You tear through my insides and go deeper still,

You look me in the eye, kiss me breathless, whisking my breathe away,

And when my mind says; shy away!

My body consoles my lips; the upper and I scream harder please, more into the lower,

I can't help but crazily crave the bask of your alluring chuckles, your groans, your moans and talkbacks,

Your teasing persona, addictive aroma and insightful corners.

63. LONELY

Surrounded by a million faces,

And I done walked through a million places,

My life done seen a lot of phases,

Been searching for an unseen in all these faces,

Someone to kiss me for real also to kiss me through the phone,

Cause like the Christmas movie; I've been home alone,

In a crowd of humans, I'm all the way up like a drone,

I know that I'm a King, but it sucks being alone on the throne,

Seven billion people I can't be the only one alone!

I need somebody all up in my space,

Wake up to a face, hold hands and walk through a phase,

Everyone talks about love, I really want a taste,

Bitten a couple of apples, but all of them just been fake,

I want to be loved, not just this love that we make.

64. DELUSIONS OF INFACTUACATION 1

Heyyy,

I know you are taking out moments of your day to give this a read,

I promise to not bore you with saying more than I need,

It's a fact that we just met; virtually even, not in person,

It's also true that I just got to knowing you and true that I know not details of anything your past,

But I really enjoy spending with you the present, I'm not trying to be superficial or anything, I just want an in to the possibility of us yoking together our future…

65. DELUSIONS OF INFACTUACATION 2

Everyday I wake to the continuity of my daily rituals;

I pray, I write, but these days there is a new one added to the mix,

I know there might be a couple of factors that make me seem quite untrue,

But I really am so stuck on you, you stay on my mind, feels like you're super glued,

They say sweet words are cliché, well that might be true,

But I'll take up being cliché if it means it puts a smile on you,

This feels kind of long but it's my good morning to you.

66. DELUSIONS OF INFACTUACATION 3

Hey Ray spell,

I pray you rose as majestic as the new day's sun,

Very few things make it to my head in series, thoughts of you sure are one,

I know you have a hundred reasons to wear on your face a smile,

I just want to add to the list another and tell that you've made your way to my yearnings,

I pray everything about your day be good and not just the morning,

Don't mind these long words, in the poet's brochure, it's not candid to just say good morning,

Good morning.

67. …BROKEN SEAL.

I've had a lot to say, but my fears have held me,

I tried organizing my feelings in writing, but words have failed me,

I have always been scared that you'll condemn me,

I'm so unsure of what my heart's been saying,

I know we're just friends, but my feelings have been straying,

There's this fog that clouds my head with an ecstatic aura when I think about you,

It's happening almost always these days, cause all I do is think about you,

I've really tried but I can't get myself to stop thinking about you.

I've been shutting out this feeling for too long,

I've been scared my heart's getting everything all wrong,

I've been scared you might not return my heart's song,

I've feared I've mistaken your attention for affection,

I fear I've mistaken your care for love,

I fear I've mistaken your blurred anger with lust,

My heart has made you part of me, I don't know why it has so much trust

I'm tired of keeping all these inside, hurting my heart and exalting my head,

My heart wants you, my heart craves you, my heart needs you.

I've tried to pry on what it is about you that has gotten me enamored,

I've found out its not just something about you,

It is every single thing about you

From you dark skin that sends shivers down my body,

To your smile that fills my head with lewd thoughts,

I wish I could go on and on, on how much you make me feel,

But all these words fell out of a…

68. DEPRESSION

Depression is a plague they say,

Spreading swiftly in no known way,

Catch you it may, tomorrow if not today,

When it comes to this, a million people have a million dogmas to say,

Some prayers, some questions, some curses and some a yelp to a God to save the day,

But as for I, these wordings are what I hold to say;

Depression is a doorway no being can avoid,

It is the most necessary and important emotional state God gave to we,

Read that again, and yes deem me insane,

Believe or not it changes not, it is the same,

Depression is defined as being lowly in spirit, it is the lowest vibration that exists to being, the least frequency, ground zero, it is a feeling that comes with an unendurable weigh of unfulfillment, restlessness and unrest, that is why most who feel it rush to suicide as a haven.

For it us a fixing point, a decision point, a point where you have two choices; either to face what you're running away from,

Face what flinged you to the floor or give up the fight altogether,

Most try to find another dangle, but bad news; there's none, you can procrastinate this choice with drugs, company, sodas, self harm, cardio,

There are a billion to the list, but I promise you the choice still has to be made sooner or later, while I would not kid you that facing your depression source is a cakewalk,

I'll promise you this; a person who is thrown to the floor already cannot get any lower than that, they can only go up or into the ground, that my friend is up to thee, to fly or to die?

69. …BEAUTIFUL SEASHELLS ON THE SHORES.

When most talk about love, they make it seem like a plague, an evil landmark that prints on scars,

They make it seem like war, they appear physically greeny, but they tell you their Insides is not as good,

They say it hurts too much, some say it's fakened and not real, some say it's a bird you cannot kill,

Some say it's like rushing hot coffee, you must surely spill, and some say it's a marvel and it's truly real, some tell tales while it ends with them been broken,

They say it's still a lovely mix, but till you let yourself go, everything to you will only be gist ,

Let yourself feel and then you'll know for sure, Love is a beach and there are…

70. DEAR FUTURE

This is the one I know not yet,

But daily long and seldom forget,

This is the one so far out of reach, but daily comes closer with time as a bridge,

This is the one whose aught brings me scare and in the same breathe brings me cheer,

It feels so far, but I know I am near,

The future you are called, you're all but here.

71. FOUR YEARS AFTER

It's crazy how my calendar now reads 2024,

Memories we made just yesterday are now worth years and in front of it a 4,

I don't feel exactly like I did way back then,

But I'll admit I miss the feeling and often reminisce to way back when we were all over each other,

But now it's all over and we're nothing but strangers one to another.

72. YOUR SPIRIT

I take my source from the spirit, the holy kind,

Lived so many lives, I've been a hooligan,

Remember the times the reefer almost did me in,

The whole course of my life felt like I was cursed again,

And yes somehow he found me; I became born again,

I got his spirit always guiding me,

Helping me as I read his word, it enlightens me,

Now I'm shining like his sun yeah he brightens me.

73. THE FIRST MEETING

There's sound and a bulb glitters, there're images that don't require flitters,

And it turns out; they don't belittle things!

Right now we're talking about the little things,

The hostess just gave hers and it truly was funny,

The turn is on my line, oh shit! I just spoke and maybe struck a marvel,

Susan next speaks and more keeps to unravel,

I've had a couple laughs, it jolts on my naval.

There's always a talk of the C, especially the cube,

Open talks about personal issues others brand as rude,

It is fun, it is sense, that's just to name few,

There's someone else up there, apparently they call him "Papa",

His tale hit pathetic, everyone ushers sympathetic moans in a tandem,

There's Laughter too, because of course it's too japeful not to,

A lot of other convos cueing in, everything is out in the open, it's so cool!

74. BEFORE THE BLAST

At this point, there is so much uncertainty and a cluster of frustration,

So much pointers saying it is not the main course,

But after being kept for hours with the same ominous meal staring back at me and nothing else,

It is hard not to waver at the voices that speak, even though I know what they speak is truth,

I want to keep alive the believe, but it really just feels like I'm watering a tree that's dead at its roots.

75. EMBRACING GOD'S DIVERSE CREATION

He made the sun, moon, seas and stars,

He made many wonders, all beautiful aesthetics, his works are the first bore to the word called art,

He made we humans, he made the beast of the wild,

He made these sweet toned birds and these mosquitoes that trouble the nights,

He made the ever chirping crickets, the beautiful but ferocious snakes,

He made the clouds that cry down and thunder, he made these plants that heal and those that plunder,

He made the sharks, fishes, whales and many more lives he put underwater,

He set in place these seasons and time, darkness and light,

He did these all and said it was perfect,

So while logic begs too many questions from too many fronts and aspects,

And though I have an incomplete scope of his motives, I believe in his behest,

I know everything made by my God is perfect!

76. LOVE IS PAIN

Whether genuine or ersatz; love is pain,

To fall in love is to learn to love the pain,

If the connection is mutual, the spree of emotions tend to numb the pain,

Until distance and nakbas transmogrify the pain— but still the pain is a beautiful kind,

For those who experience pain from bogus love, such pain is still a beautiful find,

So whether this one works out or like the others I'm struck again,

I am evidently stuck with a yearn for love thus stuck in the span of pain.

77. …STEAL THE SHOW.

As time burns through like cigars, right out of my hands

I've gotten to experience life in almost every sort,

I've gotten to see why highs be highs and how low are lows,

What makes white be white and how black, black is to the raven crow,

I haven't really changed, but I've happen to grow,

Currently hoping to reap, I've happen to sow,

This is not exactly how I planned out life, but it happened as so,

But no matter what blocks the path of a star it does nothing to it's glow,

So I'm still every present, roaming while waiting on the time of my show, or better yet for a moment to…

78. THE LAST OF THE FLOCK

Of the disciples of Christ we are the last,

But we have an obligation; not just to pray and fast,

But to ensure the word of God spreads the world, no matter how vast,

So there'll be more of us and less number to be cast away to the flames of hell,

So it's not enough to live right to avoid the flames of hell,

So I would like to ask how many souls you can tell about Christ,

How many souls have you won for heaven, not for hell?!

79. ASKING SUSSIE OUT

While risking sounding flimsy,

I am asking you on a date,

You fascinate me, and I want to know you more without the medium of this social,

You can say I want to take my "pet" out for a treat,

I know school is kicking and time is scarce and all, but whenever free time brews, it is all down to if you would be up for it ?

80. ANOTHER ATTRACTION

From the way that you look, to the way that you walk in,

The way those lips move when you're talking,

It's been a while I had a girl that piqued my interest,

Like damn! I'm really into you, willing to invest!

And crazily I don't know you too well, but my heart ain't patient to wait till I'm in yet.

You say you see me as a bro, oh well there's incest,

I'll be a salt sculpture if you were in Sodom and Gomorra; cause before lot's wife would turn I was going to turn first,

These are my emotions from all along, I just want to confess,

I just want to listen when you speak, I love it, it's like you on the stage of a conference,

Your favorite color be black; classy and general

Girl I want you to moan, but without no funeral,

It's crazy how I'm a mess, and my mind ready on to the next

When you're still yet to reply my text.

81. THE EVIL GENIUS

Sinister but great, a minister of faith,

A poacher at the gate, that takes and doesn't await,

His brilliance is sworn, his grace cannot be snubbed,

He takes and takes away cause he happened to be at a certain point robbed,

The pain was grave and yes he sobbed,

And after that day of pain, he shut all the gates of pain away.

82. OLD/NEW

The old me? I really miss that guy,

We had so many good times I wish never died,

The new me? I'll say he's twice as fly!

Not so much suicidal, and he does give living a try,

The old me? I'm glad I'm not that guy,

If you really knew me then, you probably do know why,

The new me? Who he is I still don't know,

He has too many depths and he continuously shows,

The old me? He had like so much soul, but insecurities made sure that it ain't never showed,

The new me? Well He ain't scared of growth, still got them insecurities, but you'll probably never know, he wears them boldly with his scars as he traverses the road.

83. LOVE?!

Everybody knows and is always in the right,

They call it looking out for you or nudging you in the way that they think is right,

It's like they forget that you are not helpless to the wind and in need of control like a kite,

They tend to forget that this is your story and you are the wright.

They forget they're supposed to help you as you mold your future into what you know is right,

Instead they mold you whatever they perceive as "good for you" and impose it on and call it love,

But I know for sure that love is not compulsive

It doesn't call madness on your ideals, love is not repulsive,

For if love is any way any of these, then that love is abusive.

84. ON MY MIND

I got money on my mind all night like a vigil,

Dollar signs/naira signs, whatever is the sigil,

I've been chasing these bills,

Cause I got to pay these bills,

Keep going cause Mama said the hustle don't kill.

Life's a hunt and I'm still trying to make the big kill,

Still trying to get that big deal,

Whilst hoping that the shit's real,

I'm just a young nigga trying gather up for the next meal,

So while all the men them are hitting it with these strippers

I be steady taking shots like a goal keeper.

Working continuously trying make my earnings a little steeper,

So they be asking where I've been,

Everyone can tell I'm missing from the scenes,

The story real long like a limousine,

When I feel stressed smoke a little nicotine,

So much work and little chop and then everybody getting shady about a nigga looking slim.

85. THE VOUYEURS

They watch, they stare and yet act like I am invisible to their eyes,

I see them, they know I see them and I just act gullible to the false indifference that lies,

Too many eyes, like a movie they continuously keep watching,

Watching silently as they await my self-destruction, they keep torching,

Setting fires to my emotions and act like it's all by coincidence,

Attempt to break me with their stares till I am everything but confident,

They see me as I walk, as I step in on these strides,

My life feels like a stage and I walk through it like mufasa in the prides.

86. …ALL THE WAY UNDER.

Real talk? I miss you

Wanted you and I so badly to be official,

You had me all night like a vigil,

Crossed hands and heart signs were our sigils,

It was all good, until you left,

With my heart still in your arms, oh! What a theft!

You were like a broomstick you really had me swept,

You went from giving me goosebumps to getting my eyes wet,

There's like too much pain I feel like I'm struck by thunder,

And I can't even hate you cause you're six feet under,

I thought I would be over you, but I'm…

87. LETTING GO

If memories could die, then there'll be no pain,

Then I won't be here all day reminiscing on good times that now only bring pain,

I won't be getting all these thoughts of you,

Yeah forever is really what I sought from you,

My soulmate is what I thought of you,

But now you have no soul only your body's residue.

Ain't nobody loved you like me,

That's why it kills me like so, I can't even say RIP,

Feeling like "Rema" screaming out "Why" you see,

You had so much hold on me,

And now I still don't know how to sleep,

Got tears every night I still weep,

Now I only trust in this liquor to drown off every bit of this grief.

88. MYSELF

Everybody goes, I've said bye myself,

No matter what occurs I'll be by myself,

I guide myself, cause I know the only time they win is when I fight myself,

I love me; cause I know there's nobody like myself,

So what if they don't like myself, I never gave a damn about the eyes I'm just being myself,

Trying to stay out of trouble, but have you seen myself?

I'm trouble itself! And they say be yourself?!

So I try myself, high myself, probably fry myself,

But never fake, I never sly myself,

Cause if I lose myself, it'll be because I didn't choose myself.

89. A CONFERENCE OF THE DEAF

I know you are short of time, and not living on a leisure,

But can you please aid in the painting of a picture,

A conference with no audience, where everywhere is riddled with speakers,

Where everybody has an undying ideology and is striving to attain the next as a believer,

A conference where attention is too expensive,

And people run away like a middle class human after been told the price of an overpriced treasure.

For since everyone speaks, nobody hears,

They all have different "demons" that they're trying to body,

They all have ears, but it doesn't work on their bodies,

Thus chaos is on a wildfire spread,

Our promised daily bread is now a hell fire's bread,

All because we all are oblivious to what each other said.

Staying in a place like so really is a mazy problem,

And to crazify; a lot of these speakers don't see this problem as a problem,

And if a problem is not yet visualized a problem, then it will be an impossibility to find a solution to the problem, "not problem",

It goes on and on, I have a lot I really do want to say,

But it is all dependent on you; do you have the attention that you could pay?

90. …STOP THEIR BREATHING!

I was born from a line of slavery so I am used to reins,

Now my color reigns in my nation, but it's poverty rain,

I am used to finding solution to my problems, it's buried in my veins,

So I fool a bunch of white narcissists and then they lock me in a cage.

Same cycle, same story, it's almost beyond my age,

While they the real scammers grace on the TVs, freely walking about with security,

I fucking hate Nigeria! It's a hate that comes with scrutiny!

We're killing our own selves; ruining our youths so our tomorrow technically has no destiny.

Nobody except Nigerians that lived in Nigeria could ever believe the "SARS" debacle, it seemed like a damn hysteria!

How do you claim power and money and watch your people crying; I'm dying! I haven't eaten?!

To be honest; no Nigerian politician deserve life…

91. …OUTDO MY OWN SELF.

To be very honest; I've been putting in mad work from the jump,

Even though I felt like shit along the way,

I'm kind of happy I'm just starting to get the deserved flowers now,

Because if they came earlier; I wouldn't have worked my ass off from being "okay" to being a reference to awesome.

At this point; I don't even care about however good the compliments come,

They don't phase me, all I hear is; just work, keep working,

Be better than the day before, be better than the week before, be better than the year before,

I'm not even competing no one, I'm just really trying to…

93. POISON

Tick me off, tear me out from the inside,

Kill me slowly, saturating all my insides,

Soak me in till you are a river on whose floor I am lying on,

Hold me tight as you kill me, like a falcon with no fear underneath the sun,

I know I have met my end so let me at least have a swans song,

Like a fowl on a stride to be slaughtered, let me have at least a last pointless tantrum.

94.????

I'm supposed to be the light of the world,

Cause with everything dark, it's hard to see what's right in the world,

Tried righting my wrongs, but it's so hard when I'm fighting the world,

Trying to get it like Juice, but also want to stay in the WRLD,

When I'm spitting it's word, I just cannot spreadsheet!

Lonely nights and no fondle, well except for my bedsheet!

I'm not aiming at being depressed, I don't know how I just let slipped!

95. PRESS PLAY

I keep calm when I'm dealing with stress,

When I feel cursed that's when I'm sure that I'm blessed,

I be doing the most when I'm feeling like less,

Everything around me straight when my insides a mess.

It's an old saying, that this life really is just a test,

I'mma get all A1s and you all will attest,

I'm definitely going to take off; I'm just on the runway,

They say life's a movie so I'm just like okay,

I'mma sit back and I'mma press play,

Let's see what's next, see what the Scriptwriter got to say.

96. …BEING IN THE WRONG.

I'm stressed and like very depressed,

A lot of these thoughts get me repressed and I keep thinking; what's happening on the stretch?

Running away from all these humans and myself!

Writing by accident with a pen not my wrongs,

I don't know how to go right and I am tired of…

97. ANOTHER HORNY NIGHT

It is pretty silly though,

It is like through every and anything that is going on; thoughts of her never fail to come to me,

And there's this bitter sweet feeling of bliss and agony,

I just can't keep myself from reminiscing on every single encounter.

I've tried and tried but I fail still,

I can't stop myself from creating all these sceneries with my imagination,

And the more I do, the more intense the feeling gets,

It is getting really impossible to deal with,

Part of my brain is telling me she's just a wild dream, but I know she isn't.

At this point I just want to hold her, feel her warmth, and just bask in her scent or even just look her in the eyes

I know, it's super silly right?! I'm probably out of my wits!

My mind is throwing a fit,

It is picturing and its imaginations are anything but neat!

98. LEVEL UP

I keep working, I have to level up,

Gasping smoke just to get rid of these thoughts,

When I see all these celebrated, it gets me envious!

Putting in work but when will the table turn to us?!

Nobody cares about the broke kid trying to get to the top,

They be laughing at my tarred clothes all along.

Surrounded by people who don't care, technically I'm alone;

With my pain, my wordings and my soul,

I just really want to make a mark on this world,

That's the reason why I ain't given up!

Cause the things I've gone through are beyond talk,

And since I don't know how to quit;

It is another day to shut my devils up,

And keep at it till I am leveled up!

99. SOBRIETY

Sobriety, It's a lot more work than people make believe,

Most days it's not the strength to fight going back to using that is needed,

It's the strength to stand all the shittiness that made you use in the first place without using,

It's a whole different ball game, most times people make it seem to be something easy, especially people who haven't actually subjected to the use of drugs,

There're are days when it feels so easy, you feel so proud of yourself for quitting and look back at people who use and be like; "thank God I'm out of all that mess."

Until the days that your whole world starts to flip on you or you're feeling this vacuum that you thought you've filled up; present and twice as deep as before,

Then you start having thoughts like "just one last time" or "it's not actually a crime" and all other forms of justification you start making about going back, the thing is that nobody really understands any of it if they haven't been in it,

It's like the concept of hell; no matter how it is explained, you never know how bad it really feels; you can only know how bad it is from how bad it is said and seen to be.

Sure they know how it is cause they've read about it,

But knowing and experiencing are two different things entirely,

They give you all sorts of advice and cautions and just expect you to stop,

Like it's a plug that can just be unplugged instantly!

Most times if these people can take a mile in your shoes or just live a day in your head?

They'll probably do worse than you've done!

But it's always easy to talk about things you don't understand just because you have knowledge about it,

It's very easy to see drug users and feel disgusted, see them as villains in society or people who will never achieve any feet,

Unless you take a mile in their shoes you can NEVER understand, you can only see and know, but NEVER truly grasp anything at all.

100. …DONE WITH THE PLEASING.

Everyday we go harder than the day before,

I be hustling nonstop like I've never been paid before,

Trying to get validated, like my name has never been said before,

I keep talking to God like I've never prayed before,

Taking sips out this predator drink like I've never been preyed before,

Trying to make a next move; hopefully a checkmate on "b4".

I seek continuous betterment, it is an endless crescendo,

It has never not being, that's like an arcade without Nintendo,

They jape and ask; how much further I intend to,

And some say I laze or some say I pretend to,

I really don't care what whomever is believing,

Who's with me or whomever is leaving,

I'm done with all that believe me,

When it comes to humans; I'm…

101. MAKING IT OUT

Grew in a place where everybody wants to make it out,

But nobody wants to see nobody but themselves just make it out!

The hate is goddamn toxic, I wonder what its all about?!

I've seen chaos happen to brethens because of to whom and about what they chat,

I've learned to be silent, like to just observe never run my mouth.

I don't usually talk so much, so you see this time that I've taken out,

To talk about all the stuffs that got me tripping, got me fucking mad!

The streets as hard as steel; it's never easy to be bending one,

Niggas keep talking about war cause they never done end in one!

A lot of bros ain't bros you never know until you're dead by one,

Or if you lucky to get the cábron , then you find out when you end the man.

102. AFRICA

Africa the land of my pride,

Africa a land with beauty at every side,

Africa the land of my passion,

The home of nature and great possession

My home for whom I have a great vision,

Till death proclaiming your name remains my mission,

My heart breaks seeing us in division,

We fight against each other and cloud up our vision.

We all are of the same color and we still do segregate,

We are one family , but to each other we show so much hate,

If we proceed on this route doom will be our fate,

We need Visas to visit each other,

But yet we say we are brothers,

The segment created is now so large,

And yet we pray one day the greatest of all continents we will emerge,

It sounds impossible when our reasoning is so shallow,

The road we are following is so narrow,

It's uncertain what will be of our tomorrow,

And if we stick to this part of which we follow, surely we will end in tears, regrets and sorrow.

We see development and know we lack it,

We admire, but we are too corrupt to obtain it,

All we do is aspire and admire,

Just because we lack the heart to re candle the long offed fire

Corruption flows in us like it is in our genes,

The question is when will Africa ever be clean?

A vision long foreseen,

But when will it come to being?

Many have cried but no avail,

We've been boarded a ship, but still can't sail.

We have being developing but when will we be developed ?

All we can do is pray and hope,

That this continent someday becomes dope,

Africa has always been disregarded in every scope,

The dream is to be perfect in every aspect,

And surely someday we will be perfect,

Oh yes we could,

And this corruption has to stop and yes it would,

I have a dream, we all do,

We've been silent for long and now is the time to speak,

It's time for our light to truly shine and not just the beam.

103. ENDLESS SCRIBBLER

I am always writing,

I write still, I still write

It can't stand still, even if I'm not right; I write still

And I'm right by the way so write? I will still!

I got a steel will, I still will

So no questions of will he still?

He still will!

©All pieces written and owned by ; KR The Poet Aliased as Only1revelation & King Revelation.