Buff1 - Pure

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Pure as a baby’s daddy
Born out of wedlock
Victorias head strong
Diligent
Getting goals accomplished
Never ignorant
Guns entered the lives
Of many of my blood lineage
Drug sentences
Lush tendencies
My mother
Made my life easy as pie
Leaving behind
Southwest Atlanta
Streets to define reason
Meaning i was sick
From a distant land
With plans bigger then engineers
Can write with a pen and pad
Black man with a permanent tan
From the rivers of ann harbour
Lurking with rats
Far from perfect
I guess I’m just a work in progress
Scratching the surface of objectives
On earth that god blessed
The sky above isn’t high enough
To define my love
From climbing up
The rough sides of the trials and struggles
This is one of many sides of buff
You may not like buff 1
But im still goin walk with the prideful strut
The most beloved since
Toni morrison
Brushed the pen up against the colourless
She en-published it
I write novels, I write dramas
I write comedies, I write violence
I write down what I feel
From right now until
I lie down in the ground
With my crown and shield
Feel the melodrama
A warrior with these words
In full metal armour
So let the saga begin
So pure…