“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves” walking with hail of shells, why do we hate ourselves,wise words, quoting Henry David Thoreau, paranoid,can’t see a friend from a foe,shit is hard,through hardship we grow,although I can’t escape the woe,the wise know, you reap what you sow,stay loyal, trust no one and lay low,no surrender, no retreat, going toe to toe.
time to make amend, facing dead end,thoughts penned, so much I repent,my life lacks focus and intent.I’ll recommend the snake not to befriend, eminent with a pen,like Eminem,never meant to offend, just hate people who pretend, never condescend foe or friend,unique, so I don’t blend,only real ones comprehend, a peaceful poet, but push me and I’ll pull the piece.
yo I am at war with my Self,my ego ain’t much of a help,might win,but definitely lose,so many choices but can’t choose,got a couple of screws loose,this life will confuse and bruise,but it's war, and I refuse a truce, you are a fool if you trust the news,speak the truth when someone you accuse,and hold your tongue if you can't prove,my Self I try to improve,I payed my dues, word is bond, the teaching of a woman pushed to the brim