Samson

My man grows a black afro like Samson, I understand him. I grow dark braids like Rapunzel, It’s my symbol of strength in this jungle, On paper I dream... Grew up a fiend for the words making my pen bleed, Drip on paper like water to a seed, I need room to breathe. Everyday I escape, shadow box my demons but ya'll can’t see um, Spar with imaginary reality, It bothers me. I see, Ten times ten men and I’m trying to get in? Coming around the mountain from the fountain of truth, I speak knowledge for the youth with an old souls roots. I break loose…I am the one in the chamber on Russian Roulette, I bring the most unexpected danger, could be life, could be death. You attract your destruction, so my wisdom is not a threat. Zig Zag Zig, It’s a higher intelligence, an’t traveled the world but I’ve seen all its elements. Been everywhere through my third eye, The Mind. Don’t look for God in the sky, but inside.