LEGACY

Life was very hard, underline the 'very.'

Well, whatever takes me to extraordinary.

I found the berries, consumed what I thought was scary.

Lived to tell a tale, but it didn't have any fairies.

I parry the shots and continue to carry,

the hardest grind from the block to the cemetery.

Kill my thoughts, they're in stock, so they send to bury

Old self in a cell searching for some kin that often vary.

Smoking the new realism, shout out to Barton Perry.

Two sister glocks I call 'em Martha and Mary.

Missed the moss, it's so soft and hairy.

His ordinary was a formal invitation, but his soul's barren.