Reign

Nice try. I almost didn’t see it. I tried, given every season. Nice try, I didn’t mean it. Can I kick back? No? But the view is so scenic. May I be taught from the lessons in soil and freed from my mortal toil? No more schemes foiled, I just breathe and create. Raising leaves as my face is disgraced. I ain’t asking for please, cuz I ain’t give thanks. Except to James brown and what he made, And dewy excellence that helps me sow faith. with my past erased I’ve come to better places, ended chases, didn’t like how all that wound up. livestock who often lose much- Not from what I took, life does it all on its own. Life can’t be owned, at least not by me, no I won’t. I may reap the benefits of death, but not for this stretch. Nice try. I almost didn’t see it. I tried, given every season. Nice try, I didn’t mean it. Can I kick back? No? But the view is so scenic. Nice try. I almost didn’t see it. I tried, given every season. Nice try, I didn’t mean it. Can I kick back? No? But the view is so scenic. My morals don’t bend, they’re wrecked. Give you context in a sec. I can’t tell you no names, cuz the biz would have my neck wrung. I hide now, from them. No more missions as an agent of death. On no occasions except When I bury my pets, or my animals. I enjoy the stillness instead of violence. I worked for them for many years, I had to quit, I was excited. Until I got sent into the desert to hit a target, to a ball I was invited. White tie event, no weapons allowed inside it. I had to wait inside the bathroom, staying hidden. He walk in and I choked him to death, then I was over with it. I had to dip, I hit it, the street. Hit the ground fast to find my face at the airport plastered on the policeman’s beat. Shiet. I gotta book it to leave. I’ll hit the private strip to make it to peace. Nice try. I almost didn’t see it. I tried, given every season. Nice try, I didn’t mean it. Can I kick back? No? But the view is so scenic. Nice try. I almost didn’t see it. I tried, given every season. Nice try, I didn’t mean it. Can I kick back? No? But the view is so scenic. Someone abandoned their home. Partially me, but I refer to someone neither of us know. I occupy his space, nice place. Enough room here for me to make something worth my escape. While the plane took off, I thought of my place in this mess. Is this what I made? Am I deserving of less? I’ll figure it out, because now, ain’t no stress. Wheels lifted off, air under wings and I’m blessed. Till some suits come to my door, I knew there’s always a catch. They want me back with em, I tell them no thanks. They say that ain’t an option. I say “oh what a shame.” They say to think about it, I hear them walk away. On the other side of my door, I elevate to another plane. I go up to my attic, I watch them from space. They’re burning down my barn, I hear my animals start to scream. Unfortunately, their cruelty is something I can believe. I shoot the gas line of cars and watch it soak into soil. One more shot does it, released from mortal toil. Fertilizer pre-planted, I guess you should look down. You didn’t see me as a person. But you see nothing now.