Black Roses

Man I gotta be killing this prophecy

Einstein Nostradamus and Socrates

Only…

I’m more chocolatey

The representation of a black rose.

Concrete and weeds

Is where my seeds were sown

Left alone

They have no idea that a black rose has grown

Typically

In the shadows

The seeds unravel

Trying to sprout…

Many lose the battle.

What I’ve done…

Is found a way to track the sun..

That’s when life begun…

And I declared the battle with self as won…

I started chasing trees

Because as giants they could see much more than me…

So I followed and kept real close…

Quiet with my footsteps but fast with my notes…

They were being watched…

And they didn’t even know…

The blueprint is what I’ve found and back home is where I go…

It’s not the great news that I have…

It’s the things that I can show…

Lessons on tracking the sun…

So many more black roses can grow.

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