| Running Out Of Time From sunshine to rain, The ink flowing from my pen sometimes turns into pain, But that's just part of the game, Young cats don't want to work so they become drug dealers, And beligerence turns young thugs into old killers. Young ladies having babies just waiting for their turn, But how can they teach when they're still trying to learn, To whom it may concern, "What am I supposed to do?" Living in a society where I do me and you do you. I try to get these young brothers and sisters to see my view, And I also wonder, "What Is This World Coming To?" With so many dangers lurking in the midst, We must all come together before we cease to exist. Let's try to make these young cats see what they couldn't see before, Before that thief in the night starts knocking at the door, Right, wrong or indifferent, I stay true to the game, While other fakers jump on the bandwagon for 15 minutes of fame. "Did you forget from whence we came or do we NOT want to see?" When I look in the mirror I see 5 billion slaves denied the right to be set free. "Is it just me who sees an early doom and have my young brothers and sisters done more dirt than we can ever sweep up with a broom?" A young fool becomes and old fool and you can bet on that, But despite the tainted future I seem to always bet on black, I feel the need to get your mind right, If I don't do ANYTHING else but keep my rhymes tight, At least I got your attention and made you think..., We're "RUNNING OUT OF TIME" and my pen just ran out of ink. ~~~Antwian Crawford (Intellect) Copyright 2001 No part of this poem may be reproduced without written permission from the Author. @ Antwian |
| Artwork of Keith Mallett. Midi playing Until the End Of Time by ABSDRAKT |
| Background by Kathy's Kreations |