Pick up the pen

Pick up the pen and a pad

Lifestyle was basic but still movin too fast

I can crash n burn right now

I’m keeping the burns on my sleeve 

Cuz that’s where my heart is

I promote a good life

And that’s what make me a target

I pick up the pen

And the pad is a mosh pit 

Of emotions I bottled up

Due to this covid

It’s a virus out here

Good man pleads guilty

The world gon turn a deaf ear

Fears of painful existence 

Blinded intervention 

Displaying my innocence 

Perfuming the airway

Clearing the gateway

For my next encounter

Will I plead what’s on my heart

Or will my lungs splatter?

A courtroom decision is what it comes to

I rebuke every devil till this point

I collided with one at the crossroads 

Will he turn in my direction?

Will I follow my discretion?

Who can I turn to? 

Besides Him and myself?