The Goal is to tell you somethin’ The Goal is to let you know that somethings comin’ The Goal is to make sure we all have hard bottoms on because those are hard to run in. Remember ever morning involves the Sun and possibly a gun to pack a prayer in. or one to disappear in.
What would you do if the money stopped comin? If there were no more score to reach for? Would your knockdown on opportunities door keep constant?
What would you do if you weren’t for sale? and all you could do was dig deeper in the people
had you no choice but to Grab the whole hand of a sleeping man.
The fight as we know it is ending And What follows brings a new tone to new beginnings. What if Cops were the time every block keep watch with? What if the Street Poets Den was a safe house, that we could keep watch in? what if this IS our Hrsh Reyalitee and not everyone is clocked in?
Dying to get fired.
The Goal is to tell you somethin’ let you know that somethings comin’ The Goal is to make sure we all have hard bottoms on because those are hard to run in. Remember ever morning involves the Sun and possibly a gun to pack a prayer in.
Watch, in no time We gon wish we would have keep our eyes open. Instead we closed eyes in the face of our rapist, and it feels so good deep down we take it, but won’t face it. Hrsh ain’t it.
We give it up so easy ain’t no use in faking.
So Street Poetry will remain Flagrant. Burning down boundaries like sticks and seeds so we can get a wift of what’s real.
What are your hopes and dreams if support wasn’t money green? Would you spit to grip a million moments? Would you Ekho through the threshold of projects to pro-ject this project to reset our offset?
The Goal is to tell you somethin’ The Goal is to let you know that somethings comin’
Chew through the leash on the hydrant that holds you. Shatter your wall of Fear because it’s clear when it holds you. “You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness” – Maya Angelou “On The Pulse of Morning”