under the tree

sitting back smoking a wine black
contemplating previous and future acts
feeling like something is missing
doubtful ways I'm dismissing
i think its joy that's not present
i need something that's refreshing
lupe and kendrick usually get me afloat
but right now nothing could coat
the way I'm feeling
my heart is what I'm spilling in this book
i hope its a hook for the attentions of the ones who know about what I'm dealing with
this invisible rift, searching for that gift, thats probably on nibiru's cliffs
so the alternate path is my destination
hoping i see sincerity and faith in this nation's youth

gotta keep my head up
even though you don't know its down
keep an eternal smile because whats the point of a depressing frown
reminiscing of times with the homies when we clowned
mystery girl i hope you stay around
to hold me down and reach true peace, which is inbound