MY UNIVERSE

Everything that exists, has existed will exist.
For me to create my fate, I must lift, uplift any dead root can you dig?
Any dead body didn't live if it did.
Blame voodoo, for bringin me BAC again.
Im nearin 21, feel like I already lived.
Wise kid who grew up right amongst the ignorant.
Ignorant amongst them until I wasn't 'them'.
Then, I was me. Brock Anthony He.
Brock Anthony See, Coleman was a slave name given down to me.
Right after I read; the autobiography of, Red.
I didn't know the meaning of the man, right before the end.
I was like yes, because this same brother became Malcolm X.
Knew what was correct, knew it meant his death.
Right before my left. I keep takin steps.
Closer to my progress; not far from success.
Should that be my last breath, or conception of my next self.
The complexion of my skin says, "Nigga what you lookin at?"
'Cracka what you wanna know?', 'Ese where the drugs at?'
Im high minded, what's higher than that?
My gifts, my curse, that's alright I guess.
My world's, MY UNIVERSE....
Holla BAC, that I am!

Yes Im him,
b.a.Co.