Thinking Much?

 

I don’t know how to act at times,

Whether smile, frown or weep in dykes,

I’ve been holding myself hostage,

I’d acquit the devil himself but only me indict,

I always heard them scream, “Come, Ace, ignite!”

Like fire and fury were just dogs on leashes,

I don’t know how to act at times,

Whether be cool, spiral, or bust on rhymes,

Life is a journey, a venture, a test of might,

A course on savagery, hypocrisy, or faith in Christ,

I hate the thought, I do, but still, I ride,

Ever real, and dark, apathetic at times,

But yeah, it’s me, I guess am right,

I don’t know how to act at times,

When I think a lot and write my rhymes,

So sometimes I’m lost and I ask myself,

Mr. Ace, you dork, still thinking much?

@Job Kerry