ONLY IN FLESH

Can a Thought, believe that it's flesh.

Predicate their identity upon, their clothes and shoes being fresh.

Use their hands as weapons, or brandish the same.

Or use their soul and body, to establish a name.

Reputations that have been sought before.

That often times have Mothers, in a state of deplore.

If it wasn't for the Sun, her tears would flood the Earth.

Because someone else felt, that her sons life had no worth.

Viewed as a mere obstacle, to the competitions of the streets.

You either the Hot Kingpin, or the froze body covered with sheets.

The dealers and the fiends, both chasing a ghost.

Becoming the same, after tasting the toast.

Not thinking before hand, that death would come that fast.

By neglecting to take heed, to numerous examples in the past.