No Bad Energy(Soldiers story)

Lord, if you listening,

Devil... Now I'm whispering

I prepare by sipping water and gin. Fresh breathed and hydrated. You cannot smell my sin. And I don't wine, but...

One of you help. I ain't tryna hurt nobody, but I need a release. The pain I cause, sometimes, is unhealthy, but very necessary.  I'm charged, admitted as a keeper of peace, shaking hands. I squeeze violent. Tugging. War, who will submit, I am not allowed. As a black man, going home to a family, or alone. surviving to create is paramount.

So please approach me with good energy. To make Heaven on earth, when your thinking hellish,  depends on what your selling. That's what I was taught.

When body language doesn't translate.

Blacktops become blackboards.

Screams during flight, give adrenaline as I move and dodge, slide and maneuver.  Claps, pound me to A knee, then both. I finally understand, hate and love are sealed in hugs and fists.

(Art from Lostboi’s album called No Bad Energy)