“The Client”

Any planet plants can grow then humanity would survive. No matter what it may be it’s always, him! You don’t want to know how it feels to see things in artistic form and can’t express them in drawings. The truth is dangerous, you’ll have to use it carefully but I’ve abused it. Since Thy Lord loves burnt offerings, why not cremate? It’s good to have good vibes with the female staffs but then I have to keep it professional. Everyone in their mind is special. Do you think you’re special? I’m living my life, these feelings are really nice. I’m getting high, these feelings are really nice. I don’t ask for sympathy, I’m begging for peace on Ephraim! Hard times left strangers thicker than blood. Who are you sponsoring? Who’s your sponsor? Life doesn’t accept passwords on it. Coming from a broken home no hope, we are drowning. A lot of some have clothing needs. So although I’m a blessed child, deep inside I’m frowning. A lot of seeds sown but none grew. A lot of promises are already fulfilled. Thy Lord is so mighty, he’s still at work on humanity. The Sun is still shining, the amount of clouds broken down. Can’t rob and kill, because it’s just madness. When is it time for harvest after hard working days and nights? I still don’t know how it feels to purchase a house? I’ll have to work hard on my credit to get mine. When will I own a G- Wagon? I’ve learned to stay free from being strapped. I don’t root for who’s pulling the trigger. But still fighting hard for peace and love to pour in the human heart. Some don’t use common sense, they don’t have conscience. It seems as if I’m plural, never singular. If everything was my rules, I would be making perfumes. Hands on the steering wheel, God takes care of fools! Although I’m soft spoken my voice ain’t as beautiful as Song’stress, Anita Baker. I took to the sky because I was alive like a butterfly. Who’s going to be my lover? What a magic I’ve felt as Christ walking Ephraim calm. Still wishing, hoping, praying and creating magical energies taken by the sky. Planning for retirement is fan fiction in the day of the life of the creator. I want the life that I can’t have. And I can’t breathe, nor sleep. I can’t be until I’m resting here in peace. I have no one to call my friends to wake me from my dreams. I’ll do what I can, I will do what most won’t. Even computers are trying to change up my verbrages. Tired of explaining reasons not having fun. I wish I could walk on a ticket to the world. When will the truth be @ sail? I’m not just tripping. But I should put on a bake sale when I can. The world is slipping from my hands. So kick my feet up before writing the next line. I know this much is true. When will it be my grand market? Why did I find it hard to write the next line? I’ve been beaten, battered then betrayed. Now I’ve drawn an imaginary line that got me tripping. Remembering when I’m just, “The Client.” *Exousia*