reflections1

i used to see a lot of smoke and mirrors, staring at myself in the john puff’in traum
those were some lonely days
mind stayed in a haze
not try’in to move, call it ass-laze
now I look back and think, “Damn, that was the time that a negro should have been push’in
to make a way for the fam.” but i was too caught up in kush’in
WHAT THE FUC%?, GO#D@MN!
so now i am where i am
but in a way it was all necessary
the old folks used to say, “Sometimes the harder the land the sweeter the berry.”