Dream Killahs

Pardon these graphics of redrum, but its the heart where it comes from

So the bags are packed, the mind is made up and out the door

Only to receive questions of “what for”

Small thinking individuals sight so blind their own goals are forbidden

Driving along the roads of success colliding with others ain’t livin’

So I’m givin’ my all in whatever it is I do

Discouragement comes knocking loud but muthaphuckas don’t have a clue

For these stanzas place my intentions in the oceans of purity and drive

Unused talent held down since adolescent years keeps me ALIVE

Thoughts from others sometimes smother the brain

Disbelief in the self derived from kin is the worst pain

But the reality hits and spits with such vigor

Murder to short sighted dream killahs, I’m the grave diggah

M.a.R.a.N.a.T.e

© 2019 Maranate

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