Pure - Buff1

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…