Crafted Language

“Peace comes after the work agrees with the soul.”

Trying to find me

was insanity.

Delusional

to who I had to be

versus what I was meant

to achieve.

A crafted cadence

became a crafted language.

I shape these statements

from heart,

mind,

and patience.

It’s all peace.

Facial hair grown beastly,

sideburns kicking

like Ron Wesley.

Skillmatic.

Still magic.

I manage to average

ninety-nine lines a day—

my capital

increasing

since I found my way.

First letter J.

Last name: e la he.

Don’t mistake me

for nobody.

ALLAH really got me.