One Hundred and fifty seven days More than enough. You’ve gathered my thoughts I said “STOP” You said “Crine”. That’s rough That’s not wassup. You’ve watched me grow up unbeknownst to me. the problem that you refuse to see. Where is my security? Where can you meet me? My safe word is “Victory” You’ve shaken my faith Down to you shaking me Touch less and without a trace. Still nobody can relate? That’s a lie And I see right thru your hate. I should’ve known you was a snake Waiting until I opened my gate. “What is a safe place? For 303 please” I’ve done nothing but come to my own defense I constantly take offense You constantly taunt Until I decide to close my fist. But that’s just a bad habit. “Silly Rabbit Tricks are for Kids” Yet you’re still distracting me I Look over my right You grab because of your right And I’m left with no ease Four Peace
Four Peace - Mali
