The outcome is uncertain, at the edge of a disaster future, where we dropped out of classes to attend our own funeral, never to realize the importance of an education, now we are classified as a ghetto bastard, our minds are misled by criminal pastors, as they sit behind the pulpit half plastered, like every fortress has been conquered and mastered in this chaos, where we are led by others standards, struggling with unquestionably answers, as heartbreak bleed in our lungs like cancer, at a time when no one have any answers, so we get pissed off and mad like Bruce Banner, surgeries, our women have been tampered, as these wicked ways light up in our heads like a lantern, this way of living is hazardous, as our inner self shatter, as we watch the world through Fargo's fizzy glasses, scratching our heads for answers to questions, this predicaments are merely lessons, blessings and confessions, seasons of expressions has became the pride of our possessions, as we selling false impressions, that's destroying all conceptions through hot flashes of fire breathing lessons that's filling us with lifelike injections, leaving us in deep depressions, with no guidance or lessons, just blank expressions that reflects the suggestions of others reflections of false transmissions and transgressions, as I confess my transgressions of oppression of credible professionals, asking questions, as they offering chemicals suggesting that my pain is my possession... Uncertain Possession... Written by Sa Ra Safari Messiah Kamau