Get Your Premium Membership

Flying Kites In Modern Days

I got these old habits that I’m trying to kill Like kick off the ills Of these psychotropic pills Cause I’m someone else They turned me into someone else What you say, it’ll all come back Whether love or it’s hate both strange like an asylum toxic waste Yea that negatives a toxic waste people want to get rich Then it happens too fast See a lack in your *****, While you whipping that jag What you mean? What you mean? Got corona home safe Tryna search out the truth But it’s still a cold case Can we all chill out with the wars Instead of guns in their faces Pencils and erasers they’re gone today There won't be no bombs away we’re all locked on the screen, I phone Bet if I tried to take it it’ll get your heart racing locked in chains We’re just modern slaves It don’t matter what they say You aint done kid They aint got half your heart So I know you gone win Said, It don’t matter what they say You aint done kid They aint got half your heart So I know you gone win

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 6/22/2018 6:26:00 AM
Marcel.. I enjoyed reading your philosophical poem this morning. I especially liked how many lines actually made me stop I think. I loved this!
Login to Reply
Jones Avatar
Marcel Jones
Date: 6/22/2018 11:16:00 AM
Thank you so much, I appreciate it! :)

Book: Shattered Sighs