Rite Of Passage - A Poem by Moe

Young man to old has made me bold
Conviction friction needed and heeded
Towards what I desire most out of life and love
Level to build an even stronger guild of one
Whose speech is his gun...whose speech is his gun

Now you best run cause Im about to speak
About to prey on the weak and the meek
That seek the bleak and dreary
To remain leary so they dont ever have to move
Their groove is the same...their groove is the same

They pant "I cant" to whatever needs be done
Cant run, cant have fun without the anesthesia
The dull that frees ya enough to laugh
Forget the gaffe, you cant remember anyway
So keep your heart at bay...keep your heart at bay

Drunk stuper trooper ready to giggle
Jiggle for me as I pick your pocket with a smile you
Beguile you and style you...decompile you
Piece by piece and limb by limb
All on a whim...all on a whim

Wake up and take up the cause called you
Just you and God through and through
To make up and break up the residue
You left behind in the midst of the missed
And the frogs you kissed...the frogs you kissed

Crystalize those eyes and gaze on at your feet
As they meet the road you call a street
Moving and grooving to the beat called life
Daytime...it's "move out of my way" time
This is your rite of passage...this is your rite of passage

~Moses