Mind Your Own

I am born
Not of multiple speaker joints
Though the weed does relieve us
I breathe out, life to those that receive us
My thee God find it easy to forgive us
Our sins bring ill repute to those that do need us
I try to change, but the stains on my clothes are stuck
Making the fabric glue to bums homeless but never hopeless

I am healing
Not to those that ask, but those that don't
To those that try, not those that hope
Those that work and burn the dope

I am not born of man
My name is my name, by God not human
My identity is borrowed and my manhood is planned
Like, a slave driver's pet, killed where spaceships land
And runways expand,
as take off takes forever
Where dreams board to get lost
To live and let die as the coined theme, nevermind the cost

I am winter, colder than ignorance
Penetrating through pivots, where greed is sharing my dividends
Like businessmen portrayed as the devil making waves,
For all the days of existence, making riches of the richless, however this is none of my business...
C.V.P.O