Aggi Pursued

my soul is in a pleasant place
my heart beats at a slow place
good graces
peace amoungst men races
familiar faces
bind with the similar places
chilled, relaxed, stoned and dazed
the cows graze
and people run around in society
like rats in a maze
the children play, all colours exept grey
feel the bass lose the hate
pass the spliff to your mate
realize there is no such thing as reality
its getting late, its half eleven
its as if iv’e died and gone to heaven
maybe Devon, or Spain
no more pain, love i gain
people are all the same
politicians talk of money,
second homes, fortune and fame
the birds sing
the bliss of a concrete jungle sunrise
a light breeze sweeps through the poor estates
the wind rises and dies
not a lot of thugs say this
but im admiring the moment
sitting in my room chilling to miles davis
i love to watch my ciggerette smoke
settle in midair
reminds me of a free spirit
i write my life story without writing a lyric
my soul is in suspense
trying to make a Quid outta 50 pence
all good things must come to an end
until then take in the message i send
the truth i told was silenced sometimes
but who’s soul does not
hide any crimes?
i sometimes get lost in my own rhymes
read between the lines
love and hate binds
how can u explain colour 2 a man born blind?
lost to escapism
thats my therory on racism
a poet in love reaches the hearts of many
islam, christian, white or black
life is full of suprises with feeling slacked
we are all the same colour underneath
the same air we breath
and we all got tricks under our sleaves
most of all we are human
and content for one another
is the one thing we all have to open our eyes to see