The Brown Bomber

Teardrops for that lonesome spot"do I trust that there's more to it than rolling these blunts? Bless me great King, I got ambitions of hearing everything you sing. I got in that ring and got knocked the hell out. Twice. Okay, maybe more than twice. But you see, God taught me how to jab like Joe, while staying humble and black like Joe. I look towards the sky and ask God how can I stay high"I can't be the bird who never learned to fly"depression never could say hi and the devil loves to stop by. Fiction written by a maladaptive daydreamer"I never wanted to be in the arena until today; until characters and plots got too anxious. I stayed up all night dreaming of being the heavy weight champion of the world and I finally arrived. You-"Cinderella Man", I-Cinderella. Are you with me? Explosions, shootouts, doomsday, mystery, wonder and love...This fiction, an honest memoir some might say, is a redemption song, illustrated with various stories and a collage of short poems.

They call me the Brown Bomber...

Aliens, thugs, murder, friendship"

"The struggle has always been unfair, but if you never look back the race will stay true."

Psalm 3:6" Dear Jehovah, give me freedom"