Shot

I’m a ranger no stranger,
Came from afar but made ya,
Aiming down sight,
Deep breaths for what’s right,
With one scope in the way,
Tell my victim to stay,
I’m a marksmen Ima kill it,
Look the game in its eyes and steal it,
Locked on to my target,
And I have just started,
Just laying my carpet,
I’m right-hearted,
I write from the heart and,
I look from the mind and,
I feel from the silent.

Air brushes against my skin,
My spotter marked the hit with a pin,
Resistance trying to stop me,
Guards trying to spot me,
But the door will be broken,
By then the game will be stolen,
All-knowing of my chess,
Heart locked in with no less.

The captain of my crew,
But they’re what makes this stew,
I’m the rifle that shoots,
Aimed with my pen,
The dart thrown towards my fruits,
Eyes towards my den,
Bulls-eye to my fame,
Read my poems ‘till we're the same.