Hey LBK, here’s a fresh poem in which I sort out my feelings about Thanksgiving, Andre’ 3K’s new album, my mission, and my place in the universe.
It’s called: In Summer I Fall.
In Summer I Fall 17 Nov 23 I feel like Three Stacks, blowing on woodwinds Fall slippin' upon me too, but Summer lies within My Family Stand with G-O-D, so losses turn to wins the mission steady beckons but I flounder in sin Freedom was the Pilgrims Pride, envy did them in slow motion slavery almost brought 'em to an end Big cities on the coast haunted by the same ghosts creeping all around now, breaking down my boundaries I feel like I'm outgunned hunted at my weakest that still small voice implore me to keep seeking Grandma Dorothy stories sound like history speaking there's treasure in the words of the Elders worth seeking I travel through the world brim tilted, rings blinging living when I dream at night, still daydream believing compared to my Grandpa, I'm the Third Kingdom Tiger since the birth canal, this is my season
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