Poetic nuisance, I was charged my life for my 2cents, the game is to be sold not told, I gotta stretch out because real money don’t fold, caught between nightmares and days of regrets, even keel tho because the sun never rises or sets, im just in orbit around this galaxy disproving fallacies, trying to revive the black man we were once proud to be, I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD I SCREAM IT LOUDLY, no fears about y’all muting y’all ears, no cries about y’all blinding y’all  eyes, I just pray for the dumb, deaf and blind until the day I have peace of mind, it’s a terrible thing to waste so I share a piece of mine, incredible feats of the mind, I don’t creep I climb……BUT……..who decided where the ladder of success stops, who provided these props, on this huge earth why must I be buried in a box, thankful I’m outside of it because I think outside it….