& a Mule

& when Pusha said, 

“The toothless crackhead was the mascot,” 

& that’s all it took for him to get his 40 acres, 

it was more than just a bar. 

It been the vision of circumstances that kept Me pushing. 

&, i recognize the beautiful, 

yet disrespectful balance of life. 

Similar circumstances pushed the pusher. 

But, who claims the guilt of My brother’s nightmares? 

Who coddles the baby girl destined for a future fix? 

Who raises the man from boy whose roots caved in to obsession? 

Overdosed on thoughts channeling the grand mother, 

same who dozed off them grand wonders, 

i wonder. 

How i could cope with them same gestures? 

Heart broken before the first breath, 

i cope with addictions that lead the blind. 

Same whose natural thoughts scream to a freedom they can’t grasp. 

Shoulders ask Me, 

“42 grams for 40 acres or 0.4 grams for 40 dollars,” 

i wonder...

~m.n.i.w