...which way to go
feelin every crack and crevice on this lonely road
thunderstorm rollin my way, duck the clouds, still got hit
had the i-whatever on the tip of my tongue but just forgot it
now i'm stuck on this one way, dead-end kinda road
like Pac writin about how he was gonna die in '94
look left i see all the practice and all the stressin
look ahead and visualize all of the Lord's blessins
look to he right and see some niggaz in the kitchen cookin crack
wind blew so hard turned me sideways, close my eyes so i'm not lookin back
conentratin on the ground, wearin down my pen along the way
so i can help a traveler going down the same road someday
hit that dead end but for some reason i saw the end of the line
ain't like it, ran hard as hell then hurdled over the sign
went runnin through the desert then started seeing some trees
glance to the side and saw some thorough brothaz runnin beside me
and they made me forget where i was from, we continued to run
the storm passed, so did the sand, now just trees and sun
and thought damn, no such thing as a dead end cuz after death there's life
and after that who cares, but just the hope makes my future bright

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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