When I wake up will I see what I was meant to see
When I wake up will I be what was meant to be
Or will I be to worried about how I’m going to find something to eat?
Always ask me when I’m going add to them bones with some, meat/meet
With my people in my heart, I have little time for these treats
They tell me to be patient
It’ll all come in do/due rhyme
At least that’s what I heard, when the nouns and verbs converge and I merge them into memory, collectively collecting the, remedies for the system, oppressing me, perplexing the, rest of these, but I let them see my words are chemistry, alchemy, changing composition of what matters