PICTURE MY FUTURE

Let me paint
Some pictures of my future
On the canvas of time
Even the bitter water
Roaring on the shores
Won't erase it away

I am not a saint
But the scriptures bails me from your loud  stricture
I feel the ease to dance on the rhythm of rhymes
Because I feel better from your fetter
Your words which oars
Your hatred in bay

I won't faint
As you picture my future
In your heart with grime
To be a debtor in my sweater
So you render me in gores
From day to day

You can only feint
But the scriptures bails me from your loud  stricture
I feel the ease to dance by the rhythm of the chime
Because I feel better from your letter
Of unbridled sores
You daily display