zero judgment as bodies bump.
is it my heart or the bass, that is giving off that reverb?
lights echo against the walls.
it’s a mystery as to how i got to this moment,
but all i feel is right now.
the past and the future are nowhere to be found.
words spit into a microphone
pour out thumping speakers.
a medicine man,
his words curing us of our desire to be understood and related.
an entity of knowledge and wisdom before our eyes,
as the future is prophesized.
a future of peace amongst these dancing souls that will rest after tonight,
but never die.
a prophet without honor in his own home,
at his shows,
the stage is a throne.
Rap God – g.c.