Around twenty-five years ago
I lost all contact with life you know.
I'd sit on my pity-pots struggling to laugh
When what I needed most was a spiritual bath.
Though my mind was weak and my heart craved love
I was too afraid to reach for God above.
I dared not ask anyone a question, for I knew it all.
Except that needed question why.
"Why not?" I'd say
All day for me was play play play.
Pin the tail on the donkey, uptown, downtown
Hide and seek, was I unique?
Yes, I soon fell like trash
Into a huge waste paper basket,
But God, but God, but God
Put a hold on my casket.
So my friends listen and listen well
You can't ever kill time 'cause time will tell.
-BlakMista