16 bars
Jim shields
16 hard bars of life
Every day I wake up to foster a sense of hope/
To only realizing another brother smothers himself in dope/
Or submits himself to the lengths of a rope/
All my inner decisions stripped me of my vision for fervent persistence/
A measure of a man’s worth or a boys outcry I will never know/
Deadly felons keep my spirit tucked beneath my garments/
Never know how I will live in this treacherous universe coming from an unsound background/
Apply myself to reap the results struck up like lightening volts/
They can be vividly depicted like the scenes in the media of Black Lives Matter assaults, and the doctors saying, “What’s the results of our faults”/
Colonized around me by demons, death, debt, drought, and despair/
In the end, what I thought was real was only pretend so I descend my status/
Getting better with time aligned with a destiny that boasts/
Self-respect is what I strive for like a car I drive in I shall sit in a chair I recline in/
Listening to the legends like Gaye, Khan, and Fisher I can make better motives/
I’m supposed to do it big like Wallace put money in my family’s wallet/
A novel way to end this sunny day before the clouds commence to shower/