ITP2
The concept of everlasting life has me in a loop,
Do we live forever? is the question
As the clock struck 12am,
Is today my final hour, final breath,
If I should past then my eternal duppy spirit thrives,
The anguish of the afterlife becomes clear,
Now I’m chillin with Bob who reminded me that richness was life forever,
He accepted his fate of not being around,
The demons want to hold me down, underground
But I transcend beyond the heavens,
As the clouds open,
Opening my spiritual chakras,
Hazy eyed like when I use to puff on trees,
Listening to Biggie and the swarm of killer bees,
I am just in a fantasy state, boastful lust,
Shaking of my rust,
Placed on my pen