Turf War See there’s some things in me I see That I’m not feelin’ in me Most times on the real I can be my own worst enemy Fightin’ all them demons from my past Tryin’ to have me bound My mind Their playground Tearin’ me down Past always seekin’ a rebound Profound Passed down From generation to generation Preyin’ on me Lion Arms stretched out Zion Eatin’ His word Pursuin’ action Verb Light under my feet Lanterns One Breakfast of champions In and out of seasons Completion Number seven Throwin’ promises back to the heavens Asteroid Can’t return void Learnin’ nothing just happens by chance Nope No happenstance There’s a reason for every circumstance Yet and still the guns are drawn From dusk till dawn Firebombs thrown Thoughts masquerade as grenades Decapitation Mentality plantation Me in collaboration With my own Damnation Convoluted thoughts Assassination Highly intelligent operation My soul is the motivation Organized organizations Right corner Elevation Left Annihilation Two heads of administration One runin’ the show The other seekin’ control Wantin’ to be higher than the Most Immediately Removed from his post Ghost Walkin’ the earth to and fro Constantly knockin’ on my front door Yeah The war that’s ragin’ within Started from the very beginnin’ Ain’t gonna stop until my time here has ended Done no more Soul soar End of Turf War An excerpt from Unprecedented Melodious Words of Ajee Da Poet Vol. 2 © 2014 Shelley Fowler
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 20:15:57 +0000
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