Shadows

Walking down the block street lights they blind me, trying to find a spot where memories can't find me. High off this weed hearing sounds of crying, I turn around, look and see my past behind me. I must get rid of old habits hurting my present, never felt touched by an angel I stay stressing. At times I wonder is me Allah's testing only, cause he can punish the phonies and just console me leave me lonely if you have to my future's in trouble, me and the Reaper need to talk we have to huddle. Let me breathe to concieve a seed, truley indeed if I bleed you're a b---h indeed believe. I'm still young don't want a final destination steady pacing in my living room sipping liquid meditating. Allah if I die before it's my time, please let me ressurect as a rhyme I can't die. Life is hard enough you all make it seem death is easy I, take nothing for granted I'm weezy I keep on seeing my, bad dreams repeating at nightfall when I'm sleeping my, inner demons know as my enemies keep on weeping why. Shaytan stands on my shoulder with eagle eye, talking in my earlob I hear no evil on the other side. So when I'm speaking the truth peeping my moves keeping me cool when I speak speech reaching to you. Bad news stays close to me seeking for clues, I must be focused when I ease in the booth. Won't think about my, parent's divorce won't think think about the, love of my life leaving me for New York. I have to get, off my mind those times and look ahead, that's why I sit, write rhymes, take it to the head. Allah if I die before it's my time, please let me ressurect as a rhyme I can't die.