The Mind is my power

(poems go here) People walk heavily on the ground; I hear the sound of earthquakes, from a delicate soft to a distort ruff voice, tossed through the air of the night like nothing was right. Everyone’s lost in an emotional state; it gets late, no one’s there to pick up the slate from human back bones and crates. Too busy following what you thought you wanted and leaving behind the need to consume life. Bound to the fame of the atmosphere, letting someone choose if you’re here or there, steering your life into the wrong direction, it’s safe to say you can choose your destination, But not if you get caught up in persuasion, losing control of all constellations, now it’s taking you time to control your mine your time and you’re out look. We can’t pave the way for the young, If we continue to be hung on a false impression of life, why can’t we see that race doesn’t exist, we all bleed red, well isn’t that a trip. People still fine time to conflict drip sweat over mine trick, believe what they hear and see on TV, scripted imperfections, black and wild, ghetto found human-beings. These words to me lay face down, because they lack meaning, I try not to lose control for all these lost souls, but on the outer layer of my heart it just unfolds, one color instilled into all religions, all born to the females womb. My beat sways to a brighter tune.