Ink & Gunpowder Poem by Blaq Ghost

I came up where the sirens tuck us in at night
Streetlights flicker like they scared to see the fight
Dreams in my pocket, but the seams start to tear
Cause the weight of the world put a lean in my chair

Mama said, "Pray, " but the rent still due
So I talk to the sky like it's all I can do
Blocks full of stories that the news never tell
We was writing our verses in the smoke and the shell

Cold concrete where we learned how to trust
But the pavement cracks quick when you mix it with dust
Voices in my head saying, Don't lose your name
But the hunger in my chest keep fanning the flame

I'm part poet, part prophet, part danger to touch
Every line I spit bleed reality too much
This ain't rap, it's the book of my survival arc
Signed Blaq Ghost in the blood and the dark