April 5th
Flakes fall in April against snow capped mountain tops
Long coats over thermals to match the wool lined socks
The peace of early day as sunrise paints the backdrop
Just me and Yah, sitting with my coffee pot
Another year down, can't say the devil fight fair
A couple storms here and there
A couple liars everywhere
Drove me to the point to make realize I don't even care
When you turn nothing into something all you gain is hot air
Had to pivot with intentions
Neither is even worth the mention
Found out it wasn't mine by extension
So all the hate turned into pretension
In all ways I'm at my fault
Just what the lesson taught
Should have played it with my head
Instead of 808'n with my heart
Through it all I grant forgiveness
Grace and Mercy for the misfits
Sent up a call for some peace
Then Yah picked up my business
Now as I face the East
I raise my hands towards the light
Even when they do me wrong
I will choose to steer them right
Though tomorrow is not promised
More years to come in better ways
More years to come in brighter waves
I Thank You Yah for My Story
All Glory to the Ancient of Days
-Yahkar
