Poetry

cant sleep

written by: ruck25

The road to self destruction begins the storm that battles between your sanity and your ideal life. You strive to the point of breaking. Crackin under heat like St. Helen wishin your Katrina would put out your rage of insanity. Ya mammy would be happy if she met the woman in your life, keepin kool heads above water, but it gets harder to plaster lies aginst the walls of deceit if the foundation of truth isnt present. So im restless when i rumble a 9.0 on the rucker scale. Its like i failed on the journey 2 heaven cuz i took the shortcut thru hell. Now as my desperation tactic I act quick byduckin and dodgin quick punches and kicks. Now its my blood i spit. So i cock my fist. Retaliation on my mind and it aint gettn dismissed. I call these my broke man times, cuz a nigga gun get it. I got none, u got some i'll b damned if i dont hit it. Catch u stuntin see me dumpin, dis is da life i b livin. Now im dreamin of my death, happy dreams got suspended. 2pac on my mind cuz only God can judge me. I wake up sweatin and prayin tryin 2 fight a bad sleep. Now im up hittin a port cuz da devils jokes are weak. 2 hours in a daze just lookin at my face, is this me. Is this me? Is all i can say.