Ladder – Christ a poet

Bucket list,
No…
A check list
Definitely…
Cremé de la cremé
A creamy latte for all
My troubles aren’t bad at all, sweet, sweeter, sweetest

A bucket list could come after,
After we’ve collided like Gas molecules inside a Cologne

No body badder
I’m not settling down the ladder,
Each column of our Adventure together would be littered with laughter

A laughter list
That would set my cry list ablaze for good
My oh my…
Delulu
Is that you?
Looks like I’m trapped with you…
Not like I mind,
Delulu is the solulu for a Long List of Breakfasts that could last a life-time,

Certainly, we should live to see the fine times,
Breakfast at least
Don’t die starving
Perfect trust, perfect love,
That’s what they had on the menu before it became crumbs,
Imperfect times shouldn’t defile the future fine lines
There’s a lot on your timeline,

Checkmate
Victory dance it is
You still stand a chance at love
Congratulations in Jesus name

Agba stepper
After you nah you,
if you had your way, you would have done leg walk,
But, no panic, your steps are being ordered into God’s menu,
Make a bucket list
Already,
God’s choice will overrule the checklist

I have never seen Everson but my brother he is
And he’ll never sin on my scene, never bother with it
Young Charles and the step-fam would be arguing things
But they tried to eat and clean mouth so forked in our things
UC typing with no network
Cast your words and let’s work
Electrifying verses versus, we wrote culture shock
That reminds of Godswill on the LinkedIn thought
When I write nowadays
I’m Kendrick in my brain
When I’m emotional, I’m Drake
I give UC catarrh like Wayne
I should learn to edit
Ed, Edd and Edit
Today I was writing slower, with no beat when I read it
And yet I found no timing like I used to back ’13
I feel the neck of Nonso pendulum-ing in reprimand
I read my counterparts and there’s no doubting, I understand.
No buts about this, discipline, I need to robot; Oh God, the speed is messing with the taste of the yogurt.
Uh
I’ve known the height and yet the might was not the way I reached it
No poltergeist, I’m hunting light and all the ways to reach it
Beyond delight, in day or night, I sought to not be rigid
To please the wise and, like a kite, be gliding high in reason
Back
To
Work
One week of intermittent prayer
Constant in the fact that you will see me there
No foul play, I am not a Layer
The season is for harvest so I’m switching gear
Trousers and Head gears
These were the past cares
And don’t get me started on a vaccines being scares
Plans of the antichrist, I’m laughing past tears
I thought of saying it earlier on my family group
But they’ll call me disrespectful and I’m getting in soup
As long as souls are told the gospel, I am cool with the loop
Light is always gonna win, when it’s dark imma stoop
Make dem no go use me shine, “Sorry” no be control-z
I’ll be studying all that time, Me and Mine be on the beat.
We’ll be praying and researching, from the back to front row seats
Then I’m studio-ing it all, yeah it’s QuChi and the Wheat!!!