Peace God


Peace, God.
Waiting for the life of the Tree, God.
Waiting for the Spring and the Fall of the leaves, God.
I hear a whisper of a distant soul
Rhythms of a distant drum speak a distant code.
Slip my toes into two shoes; lose what news proves
Walk outside past the paper to breathe in new truth.
Habitually drop my loose change in a cup
Or do I walk past as I call the poor man's bluff.
"Help a brutha out for food. Anything would be blessed."
Feel the sensation of warm lungs with a cold breath
Of the brisk morning, what will I see this morning?
I hit the pavement with the leaves of the peace adorning
Ask for your anointing
Peace, God. Where will you be, God?
Wherever that's at, that's where I wanna be, God.
Whatever, black. I just hope I see you before you leave, God.
Entered this world a Soul, but I don't want to leave lost.
Which is odd, because at present, I am.
At present, I'm on the platform sitting, waiting for the tram.
Do what a brutha do, hustle just like every other do.
Whole game is to win while the others lose.
Reached in my bag, only dimes and nickels I had.
But I was rich, because the change was in the denomination of sacs
I stop at Fifth ave, bag of sacs and zig zags
Packaged for cats who wanna know where them spliffs at
End of the day, end of the yay, I'm way paid.
Poor man is still poor, ain't a damn thing changed.
Still got cold air in my lungs, last breath isn't done.
Walk in the door, News still on that nine one one.
I count my paper, roll one more and inhale the vapors
Pen another poem, tired of ghetto capers.
My life is hurtin' til pain travels in hearses
Too inspired by rap, ask medallion verses
But as time goes on, my whole time reverses
Another day, another holler, call it a rehearsal.
Life travels in cycles of unbroken trends
Fams with broken ends
We can only hope it mends
I hope we're kin, 'cause for all this lost hope we're in?
Your lost kids hopin' salvation is openin'
But I got my hustle to the point I'm not lost in the tussle
Til the prison system has me and I'm lost for a couple
What's a brutha to do? Struggle to prove.
Thuggin' will lose.
Can't be lucky forever so I'm buggin' with You.
So I still floss. But at the same time I'm still lost.
Left in a trial of life, lookin' for some peace, God.
So I still floss.
But at the same time I'm still lost.
Left in a trial of life,
Lookin' for some peace, God.

Ase.