Its Time

He’s trying to catch P like Diddy
But she still deny the Dee like did he?! 
Don’t stop her checking up like would he?
Her minds messing up like could he?
His almost stepping up like should he?
But No he made that promise to be good see

But she still trying to pree, so slyly 
So He plan every move so timely 
And he be staying till morning no night creep 
When he wake up he be praying. Living rightly 

This time it’s for real it’s his time bee 
He be out here working out what every sign mean
Why every corner of the block there’s a crime scene
And every morning light Brings a dying dream 

He can’t work out what all the dying means 
When even law abiding sons cant catch a win
No one seems to understand what’s happening 
No answer to the questions just babbling 
So we all left wondering what might have been
If different time. Different place different shade of skin 
And maybe if the white of the moon was reflected 
At night would we still be so suspected 

But corruption of the land don’t frighten him 
Ain’t getting held up by what might have been 
Prays to a God he knows will enlighten him
Dry the tears of the girls who still cry for him
Enrich the lives of the guys who would die for him 
The ones who have lived, ducked and dived did the time for him 
Girls on the side, sharing time, still ride or die for him 
Who see the good shining through in his life of sin 
Despite the law being run by a lighter skin. 
He knows he got the heart of a winner deep inside of him
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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