War

Not all battles raise their voice.
Letter J.Elahi Letter J.Elahi

Never Change

Taz told me to never change.

When he died,

I adapted his pain.

Some advice survives by being tested.

Taz told me

to never change.

When he died,

I adapted his pain.

Young Jedi,

moving like the redeye,

selling packs in a day.

Armor-detta—

the delta of it,

of the whole thing.

Sitting in Teterboro

in my class,

watching planes.

Money and cash—

we played it fast.

became a thing.

Then my brother

started selling crack.

We legends

to this day.

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