Member Poem

We must master the method of our monster's madness.
To escape the pit of infinite sadness. No agendas here there's no way you could plan this.
So sit in your chair while I help you understand it.

Sometimes my mind is filled with lil visions that are clouded by weed smoke and indecision.
My brain and my heart are on a course for collision between what is right and what really isnt.

I've got you pondering now, did
I get your attention? Of course I did it was pointless to mention. On an obvious scale this is one hell of an invention.
So hold onto your hats while I explain my intention.

Cuz the shit gets thick when there's no way o f mapping.
Like the shits real funny right up until nobody's laughing.
The rodents are cheering but nobody's clapping.
And the clueless are still curious as to what just happened.

They say ignorance is bliss but here, that's not an option.
They've busted down your door, And no way to stop em.
You reach for the piece thinking your gonna pop em.
Then your kids end up fatherless & are up for adoption.

This shit is real like every single day.
You better say what you mean and mean what you say. Check out your hood for you let your kids out to play and make sure you teach them to kneel down and pray.

Peace Y'all........England