this drinking and smoking, is thought provoking, I'm so used to chokin, it's like my lungs are broken, eyes shut mind wide open, my surroundings I slowly soak in, it's crazy how many chapter's of my life are in these poems, there's more questions, than California Mexicans, I leave these niggas beggin sweating and feeling threatened since y'all forgettin, I'm a mental weapon, God blessed and prepared for Satan's testin, if the words my weapon then why's there a gun in my left hand, is it possible that it's evil that I let in, where am I truly heading, are God and Satan betting, who's grace am I getting, if Satan offered to give you eternal peace would you let him, it's a cold world if you walk naked,I was born war torn half of these characters wouldn't make it, could it be possible that the whole world is fakin, even the president's flaking, story making and Pocket shaking, and they say I'm misbehaving, they got a real nigga mistaken, police are backbreaking and life takin, is this the turn the world is taking, a Salam a Lanka pass me the bacon, and another man bag for me to put my cake in, no longer waitin the world precipitating, it get hotter than hell when you battle with Satan, the devastation is blattend, what a situation, there's no way in to the pearly gate's, fasho no mistaken.

written by Orpheus the breath of life
AKA
Donte L Paxton Sr.
© Orpheus The Breathe Of Life