Driftwood

everything is not always
peaches and cream
red roses and things
tailor made dreams
I'm a poet I has to scream
damn that sounds so good
I has to say it again
I'm a poet I has to scream
 there's poison in my genes
I'm immune to it
anything that can be done
I'm gone do it
I've gone through it
I've been cut
patch me up
I got a cup
po me up
this dream I was haven
I was on fire
the devil was laughing
coughing on the smoke
while I wrote a note
slipped a kite
to heaven
bailed out of hell by 7
thought provoking
immaculate conception
aight it was a fixed fight
streetlights at midnight
dogs bark do they bite
they got teeth so they might
running for my life
trying to escape my past
in the present
my future is in my grasp
sometimes it's like
walking through sh*tty grass
trying to keep my soles clean
baptized trying to keep
my soul clean
shiny like afro sheen
melanin
no sunscreen
melted ice cream in the sand
dove bar my favorite brand
it's hard to explain
what you can't understand
I over stand what I withstand
a witness to the devils plan
get the clan
they got their klan
in a state of unrest
disease and no peace
wake up there's no time
to be catching z's