Magically, I choose not to steadily dwell on loss and tragedy
Even though it's all around and calls itself hassling me
I jump into many things sporadically and call it spontaneity
To me it's plain to see that's my way of escaping grief
Or pacing the momentum, shall I say, changing life's rhythm, Making it something I can dance to, chant to, prance to,
On occasion, rave and rant to, just let go, not clamp to it
Must be magic, I ain't ruined it, 1/2 the time, it ain't me,
It's GOD who's doin it, I'm just the parts, HE's maneuvering it
Cause these streets is so raggedy but I'm still straight cruisin
Yeah I done hit a few curbs, few collisions; drivin while boozin
Must of fell and bumped my head they say, I did, but....
No concussion, few minor contusions, short-term confusion
No memory loss, that's good, 'cause my history is my future However, for the present it is my past, but w/out it I can't last
For now, let's have a blast, it's a lot of fun in learning, turning
A new leaf, smoking the good chief, yearning for moments that aren't brief, love that is complete, beauty w/out conceit
Magically, I continue to smile n show teeth, knowing that Life is 360, full circle...like reefs, or two C's, so do you feel me
Touch me, give me high fives, handshakes, love and peace
Sure not discombobulated, tho' faded, def'nitely maintaining
I call it Kemetic brain-training, in other words, I enjoy Living