Soul Currency

time is mighty..

most likely to fight me,

in these nikeys while I’m high g.

there might be,

something else written?

to what can life be, nicely in white sheets.

Yes, I ride deep, in these streets,

there might be a light beam maybe its behind me,

I see, my shadow I don’t know,

but I help the blind see. I highly

recommend, that you try live,

every second on this life stream,

cause that time thing,

is as fast as that light beam.

it might seem

like a joke but its not.

its frightening I was nineteen

and now I’m old.

was like a lightening

struck my life, What the fuck,

out of luck twisted like, my Levi’s jeans

time allows me, to rhyme these,

words I am writing, and spit that shit

on the mic out loud g. it allows you to listen, even if your hiding.

Just bop to the beat, and say this be my ting

This ain't no book of faces for you to be liking, on my timeline Come try me,

this page is straight shining a high pitch with a tight lead, for a new leaf wiped clean.

Don't be asking, in the toughest times,

why me.

Take a puff, from this spliff, be light as a feather and high as a kite G..

cause when I open up my wings,

you will see me gliding, trying to dive in. Sliding inbetween smiling.

Think of the ottomans think of the Vikings, think of the the day of judgment. How far can it be?

All of the history is present. I ain't lying. It's that quick, after this track try think.

Am I using my precious time wisely doing the right thing. Listen to your heart mind and your soul, you never know what tomorrow might bring. Cause time is mighty, the only currency we have that runs out quick. No not talking about the hands, running out like it's got feet.