i've never stayed in one city for 5 years always on the go constantly changing peers separation anxiety such a weird fear i'm 28 years old and when i think of my mama i cry a tear so much i wanna do so little time a wise man told me, "it' all in your mind." i have as much time as i give myself sometimes i wanna live all by myself but, i would die by myself and all i'd have left.. is this liquor on my breath and my clothes in the shelf i must break these chains i've been placed in and stop demons from breaking in intruding my thoughts too crafty to be caught i've never learned myself until i picked up a book written by a guy from another planet and now i'm hooked my father's doin' 25 years, my grandfather's a bishop my great grandfather drowned saving a kid in a river so, paternally, i'm vexed what will i do next? my mother's a nurse.. she injects needles for a check my grandmother's blessed rockin' sunday's best my great grandmother had such an early death only if i dig deeper, what will i find? nine times nine times nine equals something divine i'm related to some of the greatest minds oh, so bright my grandfather's mother's name is mary rice she is the sister to the mother of Condaleeza nothing to really brag on however, she's a diva eloquent speaker minus her boss in alabama she was taught how to deal with the white man education plus patience equals the right plan my right hand hand man wound up being my kin in this racist, still-segregated town i'm in and he reads the same books by the same dam man my mother's grandfather lives in Birmingham England that is, and i'm minutes from Birmingham, Alabama my grandpa's church is ran by my grandma her name is pastor Mary Craig my baby's mama is Mariam i need to slow down, right here, i'm scarin' 'em my grandfather's name is George, my father's George junior i'm the heir to the throne not later, not sooner i'm a libra, born on september 23rd my mother's bornday is 9/24 yep, you heard ordained by the stars, hidden outside the burbs to reach the ghetto youth and teach the righteous word but, god, i'm pushing 30, who's going to listen? "EVERYBODY WHO HEARS YOU AND PAYS ATTENTION!" did i mention i read a book by a man from outerspace who came to separate the wicked and leave them without a face so many 'ologies and 'isms and black people in prison at least we're livin' and welfare (farewell) is all they're givin' babies havin' chi'ren and calling themselves christian when i-a-n means 'to be like' i can count a handful of 'christians' who live like Christ when i write my mind moves like cuttin' on the lights from the ocean to a plant to a fuse to your sight i've read about egypt, africa, and america and how they were one now, i write about me, my woman, and my son i'm humble as can be yet, arrogant and free how can this be, it's just the libra in me YOUR sign is also deep YOUR mind is also high you must find THESE books to make it fly when your wings spread i'll see you up here in the atmos, stratos, tropos -phere there's no greater love so, i come on down there is hate up above in the midst of those clouds i surround myself with family from indiana to alabama and study my arithmetic, languages, and grammar and i have cousins in prison and my brother's treat me foul i don't worship animals though i'm wise like the owl to know that all the while that one spec of love.. is what keeps peops open, everyone needs a hug it costs to be a good person and this i've learned but, this is a new day and it's our turn! we have teachers, speakers, writers, leaders followers, preachers, practicioners, readers builders, destroyers, doers, thinkers workers, wishers, listeners, singers this is my world, telll me about yours this is the first step, to get on one accord true story!