freestyle friday

like a doc before making incisions
a skilled hand and a vision
i pray, ether germs and aim with precision
write with my wisdom
my mission is to gain what i’m missing
strain when i train
it hurts
but i never complain
it seems sex is just division of legs
my intentions
to delve deep within and find different dimensions
beauty i hate, why
cause it creates suspicion
love’s ascension is stopped
and it ends in dissention
i try and relax
instead all i feel is the tension
in my mind it’s like
brown vs. the school system
so i
stay in my lane outta sight from the lames
sippin good
lighting long nag champas with flames
my knees stay callused from prayers
and meditating for change
inside i burn but my eyes never melt from the pain....