Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Game Maintained


It doesn’t feel the same,
Even the winds have changed,
Sun rays sometimes bleed rain,
Still my game I maintain.

I pick it up and cruise,
My rhythm still rings true,
And if the skies aint blue,
Ama keep tumbling thro.

Hope triumphs when you invest
Your time, your mind, your best
I aint gon’ fail the test,
I visualize the conquest.

If evil pours like rain,
Sailin’ the wind like pollen grain,
Ama cast off restraint,
And ride like a hell train.


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