With paper in hand,
i froze and traveled through time...

Started out tiny as a seed,
growing to know what is good and bad...

Alone i strolled on an empty path,
only with my dreams...

I consider myself to be the truth,
a vessel of some kind...

Its funny how it all began
He came on his strange animal...

My black skin has people staring
in awe...

Africa my love
I will caress your springs with delicacy...

My blood flows in an awkward direction
Forming clots...

Living my life as a vegetable,
facing unforseen forces...

Its something i cant deny
You are the friend i needed...

It has been a while
Last we sank deep...

I tried banging my head
against the wall...