All I want is green grass and the freedom to lay down.

I’m in mate.

An inmate in this prison that we’ve given crowns to.

Indeed, I said we.

You’re here too
Because you’re fearful
of hoping.
Look around you…
The doors are open
No gates and no wardens
But no ones running for the doors.
Instead we clean the floors,
get that disinfectant for the toilet and stay disaffected.

Lets all get insta so they can see how sparkly our cages are!
99 likes and I just might stay the night

Only 8 and I’ll still stay.

I’m just saying.
Outside is nice too.

These are mind games that my mind likes playing.
I once heard Lupe say, that the only thing he ever heard was silence.
Well, the only peace I ever felt was violence.
Word to Jhenè,
My mind is my mine, like my freedom is.
Comfortable prisons and optional blindfolds will not hold me.
I’m trapped in my need to be free.
Redemptive opportunities present themselves with ribbons.
Life-long missions reveal a chance to recieve.
My fear of regret screams “YES PLEASE!”
As peace tells me to take a seat.
I dodged snakes for ladders that don’t involve boards.
May my dreams monopolise my need to be needless.
These are mind games that my mind likes playing,
you’re never puzzled if you know where your peace is.

Love and pain.
The mystery of the grip of history has gripped me.
Viciously.
Past and present both present their views on the future.
Smiles.
Stress.
Trials.
Tests.
We fear defeat to repeats.

Hot heads with cold feet