At the center of turbulence, my soul feels the
disturbance/
And searches for the meaning of existence/
Dreaming of resistence that shines in these strokes of
black lines/
Strong and intelligent brothas that lack minds/
The path designs and lays shape to our essence in
todays fate/
We was taught to raise great children to be buildin'
outside a caged gate/
But we trapped inside, attackin' pride/
A Victim of the projects where wisdom is the contest/
Crime convictions and jobless so I wander broken
streets/
Hopin' to meet myself caught in the explosive heat/
Of a cold world, old thrills and new options/
That were never exposed since our souls were froze/
Sol means "Of the sun," that's our essence/
This life sentence done begun, the consequence I fear
not/
As my peeps years stop, I hold back a tear drop/
Let the beers drop as I speak these sincere thoughts/
Let them lay in the brain, I know ya prayin' for
change/
But unless we strayin' from pain, then its stayin' the
same/
As I silently speak this poem, I want you to free ya
dome/
Because ya free to roam, the deepest zone of who you
are/
A true blue star that moves too far/
I blew thru far cosmos and endless space gasses/
To face masses just in case placid creatures/
Leave tragic features upon innocent faces/
Disappearing with no traces only to reappear/
At a later date and time, save my mind to seeing
clear/
Inspired by: Soul Searching
