the wait…
The shit I go threw, call it the being of the proclamation.
What they been waiting for, is beyond the anticipation.
feening for an entrance, what they call the desperation.
I guess his life views became his inspiration.
Gosh!, I love the hating an enemy to a friend.
Who’s against everything the recipient happened to send.
Who senses a beginning to a forever that could never end.
Like a contract a few words on that paper here’s the pen.
I guess some can’t understand what the young man said.
Unless the young man puts one or two into a head,
but by then I guess a convictions in order.
Take a chance heads or tales like you flipped the quarter.
Two faced as if your witnessed to the dark knight,
Sitting in your coach seat as you took flight……. E.C
