Time

Red-clay Smother the grooves On the souls of my shoes. Housed feet run For lives bound By inverting time. Ducki'n and Weav'in Exceed'in the Treason, Chas'in me. Foreign objects reveal Identities chopped & screwed, Through lame remixes of humanity. Dom struggl'in to be free Crisp eyes, dark skin, and beautiful white teeth Channeling black beauty, … Continue reading Time