American Nigga

The contamination of fate is in their life,

weeping willows don't cry anymore

for the lost boys of time.

Dreams never fare well in false pervasiveness,

their occupation is prolonged in helpless delight.

There will be no peace today for that cocaine daddy

seeking his next fix..,-

his next breath may be his last,

but what does he care

he is embedded in his own selfish misery and addiction.

Time stands still for the virtuous fiend

transfixed in his profit of bereavement.

This fate awaits my brothers and sisters

in the killing fields of addicted hearts,

and their only escape

is in the fantasy of deaths embrace.