March On

March On

Instead of going back to the basics

I’m trying to figure out how much I can make it going forward

Without looking back to the beginning

Doors closing don’t feel like there are too many open

I’m for certain as guilt holds by my neck

That life is over.

Timbs ain’t been fresh

Clothes ain’t been fresh

Money Ain’t long enough

All is Spiraling tumbling down

And I Can’t back to old stomping ground

To get that check.

Life seems rehkt

But this ain’t it yet

If you can’t see a door

Then Build a door

If you keep falling

Then build a floor

When life gets to blowing

You gots to hold on

Instead of going back to basis

I’m figuring out how to move forward

Regardless of the limitations trying to hold me over

Poetic Negus

My name is Antwane Boyce a.k.a the Poetic Negus , I am 21 years old, born and raised in America. I am African American with a lot in my mind and a story to tell. I want to be change in the country I live in. I want my words to have an positive Impact on the world around me. So subscribe! And travel the galaxy of this young brother’s melanin mind.

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