Walk Poet Walk Poet walk Beyond that thug life you left in the distance Ignore those double-barreled stares aimed at your back Because you're different Use that pencil as your flashlight Born inside lines you scribbled to expose your last life Don't act like you know it, Poet Because you're not a Poet until you can admit You don't know shit Walk Poet walk Down streams That flow beyond cream Push up your self-esteem Catch that dealer's lying smile Cause the hustle really hurts And broken glass cuts both ways But which is worse? Crackheads reduced to bones beneath baggy muscle shirts Breathing deep through sucked-up cheeks Walk Poet walk Write a poem to celebrate your empty pocket Set free from a fictional world An ex-convict of false dreams Make your own reality As life unfolds You'll grow older & wiser We can go higher Just watch me fly And never don't ever Be afraid to ask why. -Brian Quezada