I stand with my staff

I stand with my staff in the middle of two forces
split in half the ocean
possessed with
divine power in my body like I’m Moses
in between false prophets
and
profiteering posers
but this is where I’m pose’d ta
be, like
this is where my post is
I’m a lowly soul, playin the background like a poster
but I’m, leaning on the rock like a boulder
blessing resting on both of my shoulders
I try to hold up
like composure
temperament composes
reality, I can’t be overcome by my emotions
passion is fire in me, witness how I smolder
but I never sweat the small stuff cuz prayer catches every fall like a coaster
no apologies no mea culpa
the snake in the garden is the culprit
a cobra
my God, I made it out, I talked it out like I’m Oprah
weathered every season even okra
meditative healing like Chopra
belief running thru my chakras
back when, I ain’t have options
I was sick physically and mentally, no doctors
could read what was wrong with me, no teleprompters
people in and out my life like props
self righteous, had them propped up
interrupting me with they opinions like some pop ups
only learned right from wrong from cops cuz I never had a poppa
everybody neck inside my business like a ostrich
my heart was so black I felt gothic
I seen it all before it happened
feeling like the pilot before the crash in the cockpit
even right now I’m feeling nauseous
exhausted
fumble with the weight of my coming greatness as the topic
sacrifices come, broken love in my wake
but I can’t leave tomorrow up to chance
I been helpless too long, I’ll do anything but wait
You may not understand it
coming from a different vantage
but ima man, I’m coming of age-so I’ll manage
the cameras may pan but I won’t panic
insanity is coupled with some demons, and a deep belief most people soon abandon
vision ain’t an optical illusion
I would’ve been too distracted to see what I had if it weren’t for my seclusion
my pride took contusions
You can say I’m seeing things, see dreams are just delusions
but I’m moving in between realities like distribution
cancelled out the middle man, he was too useless
fumes from my fuse only prove what I’m pursuing
everyone has an angle, time will soon prove it
embracing every shape, even my own incongruence
grew into my own shoes, despite misled influence
groomed into a teacher but bloomed into a student
if we speaking multi culturally you know I speak it fluent
it won’t happen overnight, thank god I started years ago
but when u see it suddenly, you’ll call it lucky or a miracle
I was patient
I went thru the process
now everybody wanna tell me bout the process
speaking on my progress
but they don’t know all of my progress
so how could they properly digest
the intensity behind my mindset
if they in the blind
and haven’t realized they ain’t opened the blinds yet
I’ve already let the light in
and compared to the darkness that was there, it looks like lightening
I had my share of Poseidon falling from my eyelids
casted out to an island
but that coal pressure from confinement
helped me refine and burst out into a diamond
even thru the pain I was smiling, tho I felt bluer than violets
given the climate
that’s one hell of a alignment
black as any analogy but u only see me shining
I guess its just the right reflection caught at the right angle, or its my time and you just opened your eyes at the right timing
I’m the one jewel you’ll look back on and say priceless…
but I’m me because God’s will, so each rhyme is attached to holy consignment
living for the day to where my legacy is history’s assignment
I’m timeless