Poetry is more than a hobby to me
It’s my oxygen tank, my brain
Innovative on a daily basis, I always challenge
Myself to the extreme. In this jungle I see hunters
I’m drunk on knowledge overdosed on
Confidence, I never expected bad compliments
I stuck to who I am. I had the energy to overcome
Obstacles, a commander of a men’s army.
I turned to a zombie to some of my friends,
They couldn’t handle the skill and talent.
It was because I was so real,
All that mattered was improving my skill.