Wale’s blazing dream set fire quenching
Fear in his mother’s doubtfull heart.
He rapped certainty into her cranium
That water will become wine and wine will be fuel
If his feet can find ground in the room of chemicals.
His dream, coagulating strength like ice cube
Coagulated the steaming pot of mistrust
In the ever suspicious brain of his dad.
He sang to him the glory of white lab cloke
That will clad his body to display humble pride.
But, when he felt the air of the land,
He answered the call of boys with shabby character
To become a gifted hand in the making
Of tasty crazy drinks that fulfill the purpose
Of birthing fruitful violence.