The Struggle

In these delicate periods like pots of clay You know that it's not a time for play As a certified Lord, I never run away Even when I seems to be pulled astray I pray to make it back in one piece As i drift in search for a world of peace The streets are turning into war zones It's why my pen seems to be driven by hormones Nobody makes it from your end Were the words that became a trend In order to put them all in silence I had to become a Lord with a license Sure as hell that it wasn't easy But the story cannot always be greasy So my greatest wish for my friends Is that they also break up the trends Even when I seem to be mean You should know that I need a place to lean Bcos i don't want my name to be rubished For me to shine like a shoe that's polished. #POETICLORD#