FROM THE BRAIN

HaLi startin fresh,

two times, then again

new pad, same pen...

one more chance in life...

internally resurrected,

and that's twice...


Shock mixed with dissolution,

from scene to scene,

they're commercially movin...

i ponder thoughts

2 recognize myself,

being self-taught...

bad habbits are inherited-

says who...

nature vs. nurture?

the debate can be repatative...


optimism clashes against -negativity-

where's longevity, consistance or persistance?

Never will cowardice politics,

spoil the rest without resistance...

unconnected people can't be ready

their unity remains unsteady...


to smash in rage would be 2 much

yet fears make life incapable of change...

as sobs won't bring a human touch

or a familiar face out of a frame...


So to smile inside

is sufficient enough,

2 brighten a sky,

silence a storm

that is rocky & rough...


all there's to see

are letters on this page...

my words alphabetically spin-

instrumentally in a daze...

Like that, it's never a strain

for Hali to produce some ill shit

straight from tha brain....