Sometimes I feel like am Banner, or Thor,
And other times am just Ace,
I come articulate, alive,
My thoughts immaculate and fly,
Sometimes I vibe to Michael’s Thriller maybe Bad,
But other times I need The Search,
I know am trapped inside a vacuum,
With Jokerr leading up the ranks,
And Ace behind with all the jabs,
So in a minute I can be flying to the moon,
And be ferocious to the world,
And in the next I be a fool,
Just so pathetic, wimping out,
The beauty brings emotion,
And the beast so much more,
It’s inspiration from the pain and then a
vengeance from the blame,
It’s power, torture, thoughts, and rain.
Immersive focus every day,
I don’t decide who takes the reins,
But man I wish by God I could,
Cause now I don’t know who’s the boss,
If Jokerr’s riding then am strong,
But Ace is kinda weak and soft,
It’s unimaginable power coexisting with a wimp,
Am just the poor son of a bitch,
Watching while they lead me on.
@Job Kerry
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