Sleeping On Me

People Asking What Happen To The Kid..

Disappeared Like I Did A Bid..

Maybe I Did…

Nah I’m Just Joking..

The Curtain Closed On Poetry But Tonight It Decided To Open..

Leaving Me To Start Hoping..

That This Is A New Beginning..

So It’s Time To Grab A Shovel And Start Digging..

Possibly Find My Old Flow And Delivery..

Maybe It’s Best To Leave That In The Past Call It History..

So What The Future Holds Is A Mystery..

Been Almost Two Years That My Poetic Mind Has Been In Captivity..

Now I’m Back To Cook This Game Like Rotisserie..

Got People Calling And Texting Saying They Missing Me..

But Little Do They Know I Hear The Chit Chat..

That Just Yesterday They Weren’t Speakin That..

Don’t Stress It Homie I Won’t Come At Your Neck..

I’m Just Coming Straight For The Head..

People Sleeping On This Kid Like A Bed..

So I’m Here To Tuck Them In And Tell A Bed Time Story..

Got A Lot Of Sleepers Can Open My Own Dormitory..

People Say I Fell Off, No I Was Just In The Laboratory..

I Been Gone For Almost 2 Years..

Everything Everyone Says Reaches Back To These Ears..

So Listen..

Thank You Cause I Used It As Ammunition..

To Start This Mission..

To Relapse And Give Way To My Addiction..

You People Just Gave Me A Reason To Return..

The Spark Has Rekindled And I Once Again Feel The Burn..