“Thinking of a Master Plan”


It is late at night in the city, the deserted streets are covered in a foggy gray
I lie awake thinking of my plans, I am ready for whatever comes my way
With my intelligence and strength, I will obtain money, fame, and might
I know I am capable enough to become a winner in this funny game of life
Admitted, I have my flaws… but even my weaknesses are creeping away
I haven’t done drugs in a month, haven’t smoked in exactly a week n a day
And I leap at opportunity, its something good that the game gonna do to me
Just flow with the music, b, the times might get tough but hope is immunity
It’s gon get me through this sea, of dangerous streets where treachery lurks
I’m risin above the hexes of birth, untouchable, an eagle on a feathery perch
Lookin down on the world where death isn’t a curse, I’ma soar higher still
Relying on my inspired skill to get away, because sparks burn and fires kill
The temptation of crime is a liar still, one whose death will not be lamented
I won’t be rear-ended on the road of life, my moral code won’t be amended
Life’s a bitch with a hand extended, and I’m reaching for her saving touch
I refuse to be even debatin stuff that will put my soul within Satan’s clutch
No crime and no more flamin dutch, cuz I know that I’m stronger than that
I’ll right all the wrongs of my past, I’ma dust off my gloves n walk up to bat
My wait to be great will be no longer than half of what I’ve dreamed before
A taste of redemption will make me scream for more, now I’ve seen the hole
In this wall of struggle I’ve been bleedin for, I’ma climb out n not look back
This chapter in my book is whack, I’ll write a new one without crooked fact
Now I’ve formulated my master plan, my thoughts are hopeful and sobering
I lay back and relax, allowing the welcome peace of sleep to come over me
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I wake up to mud splashed in my face, my feet are hurt and my back is sore
I recall my plans for the future, but I’ve made them dozens of times before
My life will never change, I’m sure of that and I’ve already given up hope
This hole is too deep to escape, I can only hope someone’ll throw me a rope
I roll off my bed of boxes and pick up a sign, too ashamed to read it myself
The cardboard reads “Homeless, and Hungry, Need Donations, Please Help”