Wade Greenlee Poet Lyric

A Rap From My Son

if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding,
in the sky’s where i'll be hundred thousand miles and climbing
i'll be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising
flying through the time zones while i'm riding bolts of lightning 

i’m gone...
and i hope i never come back again
all this world can offer is disaster when will it ever end here’s a testament 
to the best of them who were heaven-sent
who's friends and family outlasted them no laughter then it’s paper thin 
it’s shattered glass...
it’s a look into the hollow depths of your tattered past
when you heard the blast we were cast in the heart of the aftermath
just trash in the path of disaster now we must face our master’s wrath 
brain matter sprayed now police dispatchers have
to pick up the phone...
who are you why are you so cool when my friend’s dead all alone 
with his head blown off 45 round hollow tip lead to the dome 
in the blink of an eye time passed us by 
when friends and family died where was i gettin high flyin through time zones

if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding,
in the sky’s where i be 100,000 miles and climbing
i be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising
riding bolts of lightning in my nikes time zone flying

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CayCay Godwin December 31, 2015 at 3:55 AM I enjoyed this and could hear the beat, the rap as I read it. The first and last stanzas are great poetic touches. Very good, Wade ... CayCay