Roads cross hoe’s tossed
Foes lost due to paid cost
Junior boss cold as frost
For opportunities to live posh
elevation concealed most don’t recognize real
Accolades and fate drive at the same rate
God’s Angel’s are often surrounded by snakes
Many withdraw to reduce the spill of blood
We are all under God’s vision
Nothing is hidden you don’t have to call his name
Observation and pain
he never liked ugly
I’m often in reign
None of you can judge me.
A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.
“Crosswalk” Is A Poetic Thought by: Ronald Thompson © Copyright Musiqplug 2013, All Rights Reserved.
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