Salah
07-05-06, 02:22 PM
As my thoughts began to funnel... wondering if my life was in the tube headed down a drain somewhere or lost in a tunnel... Sal Plummelled... hit the surface then below it so as the ground rumbled know that was my anger talking... I felt like Jack meeting a giant while stalking... Hoping I can meet God in some quiet place and hear him talking... not trying to get an advantage to my heavely placement... because if he heard my sentiments I might be hellbound heavenly sent... I sin but got a good heart... I don't have a lot of money--- but I got good art... being all I can be---understand Sal don't need no army... nothing really alarms me because if the worst is death---just knowing nothing can harm me... if they world wanted me barred... I felt as if I was in the cocoon and woke up to the glass jar... no jewelry-aight car- no system or spinners... just a bunch of broke ass n*ggas together and one long winter... brother consistent... consistently going to detention centers... I'm the paint the brush---and the canvas-- so all these things I felt I must... because if I touch... lives... better yet touch'em right... one summer full of slumber--- so far away I might as well been with the Austrailians down under... in that summer full of slumber I became a hunter...