Wishes

IF I had a genie what would I wish?

Would I wish for world peace; my ancestors off of slave ships?

Maybe I’d wish for a new car; that life wasnt so hard

That my mind would be steady

Instead of strings of spaghetti

Falling by the strand, the pot’s hot and heavy.

Too much I cant carry;

I could have lost my mom like Larry; a heavy heart too weary.

If I had a genie what risk would I take?

Would I make some petty wishes then wish them all away?

It’s a mistake; some shit I had to take.

When life went too fast, and half of it was fake.

Too bad God is no genie; you cant wish for a lamborghini

To drive you to a different city.

All we ever wanted to wish for: was for pain to get lost,

Our hearts to get soft for the life that was in store.

Yet we walk with heavy heads

Better off dead with shell shock in our beds.

Twitching day and night

Until the time is right

To fall asleep and dream till day light.

God told us to be strong

Put some armour on

Since the life vest is not enough to protect

The pain that hits the deepest part of your chest.

It’s man made, but not made in a minute

The coding required your digits.

The DNA makes us a slave

A slave to righteousness in a devilish way.

Genies’ don’t exist, they just live in bottles;

Keep on drinking because there’s still more to swallow.

Are you done yet? How long until you finish?

You’re not the only one asking for some damn wishes.

They say stars are close but light years away,

But there they are, look at your television screen.

There goes another one dressed up in green.

Green like the money, everybody wants to be famous;

You’re looking at them when they dont know what your name is.

People are out here hustlin, while the city is bustlin;

Making dreams for kids become reality;

Most are struggling to pay rent with little salary.

This is the reality to make a living for commodities, are you feeling me?

Have you finished yet?

Theres more drinks to come, and more wishes to set.

Love binds all things;

Patient and kind

But it is funny how I know love as bitter, and blind.

I can't see time, but I can make it

It is about time I started to break it.

Never was a jumper, but I became a baller.

Ballin on another level, in the spiritual.

I think I am too spiritual

They tell me to stop dreaming and start living in the physical.

But in dreams I can make wishes;

I can see stars and blow them kisses.

I can pretend to be something I am not.

If you really knew I’d bet you’d be shocked.

I know what it is like to not belong,

But a wish was all it took to make me be strong.

Wishing I could take back those regrets.

Wishing I gave more respect.

Wishing that I hadn’t lost my damn mind;

That I made some lemonade out of my lemons and limes.

I couldn’t spare a dime,

But now I look at the homeless and see myself in their eyes.

They’re wishing upon a star for a good home;

Wishing for a new life to live for.

Feeling broken and poor;

Dirt on the streets, dust on the floor.

I could have been there.

Wishes are not as powerful as prayers.

Yet we wish all our life away

Wishing for more.

Never satisfied, always run and hide;

Looking for a genie in a bottle.

Are you ready? Is this making you steady?

Did you get that high? Did you find your magic genie?