Where’s rock bottom? Can’t wait to hit it This journey trying to get there Is like walking on pins and needles. They say life throws you a curve ball Well, hell, didn’t miss it Didn’t have a bat to take a swing at it. I’ve heard stories of the greats Of many who’d hit it Heard it’s what’s needed to rise Heard some geniuses even needed it. This, an inspiring tale Something to shoot for Hope-given… Life worth living. Still, I strive to hit it soon, quickly For such an extended journey so stress-filled Surely must be health-fatal, maybe— Suicide-kill. ©
What We Do
Go ahead and shoot.No need to say, “My Brotha.” No need to plea for life So many fought to be free Slaves. So many died for rights. Who am I to ask for more time? Why should I think of You think of— Who I shall leave behind? You look like me. I resemble you. Go ahead and shoot. Not surprised, Should be surprised. But this is just what we do.
The Two Strangers
Surely, he’s just a stranger to you. A passerby with none words spoken. Yet, with only the glance you gave, Could see the stranger was broken. You sympathize personally, But never pray for the stranger's recovery. However, the stranger has prayed sincerely for you. For with the glance he also gave, could see you'd been broken too. And although you were just a stranger as well, You were surely someone he knew. ©
