Woke up, got up, near 11:00. Decide to hop into the shower and come out of the flock. Stop your spot, drop, and go, For a stroll around the block, Concocting a soul and a flow from the top of the plot. He's called this one home, And he's gonna prop them earphones and feel it in his bones, 'Cause ain't no one like Slug to tell you like you didn't know. And, without further ado, let's introduce the bloke. His name is Sheeplocks and you wouldn't know about his origins, So today we're playing catch-up to discover what his story is. He's walking down the street now, observing the kids play. Make sure they don't get hit by the cars that roll this way. He's got a 20-minute walk until he hits the park. Just gotta bathe in the sun. He can't remember the dark. He's so absorbed in the rhythm, he can feel it in his movements. Just turn up the volume and live through the music. I slipped off of the lip, tipped the whip, half-chipped, Sinking into the ship. Blip. Speak. Tripping out of a deep sleep. Careen. Hit the sheep. Falling out of a neat dream, The figments of which already forgotten and nit-picked. Quick, hit the glitch. Switch into a dipshit. Already woke up, I came up with reasons I shouldn't wake up. But here I am. Snow poked through my bedroom window. I didn't think that it would warm up my face frozen to the pillow. So here's my plan: design blueprints for lift-off. I can leave when I wanna. Gonna piss of Christof. I figured out the jigsaw. Might've thought he was in love, most definite. Praise the Beneficent. Don't let the devil in. Though he couldn't help but thinking about being a husband, When he sees the girls living in full bloom, Under the beautiful glare of the sun's fuse. And the lust grew. He turned it into inspiration, Thinking what he would do. Gonna take his wife on vacation. They're gonna travel the world, Seeing all types of places and learning languages. He felt amazing. Couldn't handle it. The smile on his face was a testament to man that if, You changed your mind and lived your days full of happiness, Every problem would be solved. Make the hate just vanish into thin air. He didn't care what the source of your stress was. Just be thankful to God and let Him bless us. Don't ever lie. Just be honest with. Then we'll truly see the daydreamer's promise in us. Daydreaming 'bout a past life, Thinking of the things you could do, If you knew you were that tight, Like Muhammad (peace and blessing be upon him). What would you do when you got home? The inspiration's got a chokehold. Just scribble in your notebook maybe a few lines. Maybe write a novel so the people would just realize. And he looks to peaceful and content with it, Fresh with the greenery and next to the people, That attest to this beautiful scenery. Might believe that this season was made to be appreciated. Stroll through it leisurely. Everything's right--possess a calm mind. In love with the sight--walk for a long time. The daydreaming believer sees the leaves shake, And the need to change. And Sheep proceeds, To see the people's face and perceives the fate, Of everyone indeed rests in just one man. You're responsible for your own hands. You've got to understand. That's what this sheep surmised in-between the lines, Of this morning he walked in. He had to sit and think of all the things that haunt him.

There was never a night quite like it. Fine-tuning my lines, I sat righteous under the light, Not quite bright enough, but suffices for my night enterprises. All of a sudden, I heard a scream. It was coming from the other room. Jerked me up right out of my seat. It was a vicious collision to every five of my senses, Making them numb all the while make them jump at attention. I was rigid, 'cause I knew I was all by myself. I guess that's what I thought. Didn't know about anyone else. The silence was damn near deafening, Setting explosives near my eardrums, And sending the pieces throughout my chemistry. Then came the sobs, kinda soft and lowkey. Sorrows of a woman echoing through the artery. I tread slow, not trying to draw attention from the banshee in distress, Out there causing tension. My heartbeat was scrambling to pick up the pieces, Of my brain broke apart, trying to think of a thesis. When I reached the dark hallway, I fought to see commonly. Ominous. It's obvious that the sobs were coming from inside of my residence, Very close by, inside the other bedroom. Door half-open, theorized I'd be dead soon. All of a sudden, the sobs stopped. The air around me got hot and cold, both. It was synonomous. It felt like she was watching me, like I was the anomalous. And this is what I saw. The depths of darkness couldn't hide her, anymore. She stepped out the room, leaving bloody footprints, And collapsed on the floor, Dead, Before she hit the ground. I had fainted. Woke up. She was nowhere to be found. It was all a dream, it would seem. Picked myself right off of the ground and cleaned up my face, In the bathroom mirror. Looking at my clock, it was just an hour later. The same night, ticking in the slowest of motions. Forcing my eyes open, I scanned the whole scenario, Puzzled at the moment. I figured I must've dozed off, writing my opus, And then I lolled off into the open, Waking up all grogged, counterintuitive. Call off all of this foolishness. Taking agua and wiping me pure of it. So I wandered back to my habitat. Seeing her there gave me a panic attack. Goddammit, that woman was just standing there, kinda relaxed. But she was beautiful. She looked like an angel. I couldn't take my eyes off her, But when I came to senses, she was gone. Like she had never existed. Fictitious. I went back to my desk and scribbled a scetch of her incredible figure, So that I'd never forget her. A few years later,I was sitting on a few books published that I've written. And, all of a sudden, there was a scream, In an apartment building across the street. I peeked out to see there was a conflict. It's obvious. But battered in the squabble was my very own anomalous. And this is what I saw. The depths of darkness couldn't hide her, anymore. She stepped out the building, leaving bloody footprints, And collapsed on the floor, Weak, But she was still alive.

Beautiful angel, your name caught me in a daze. I was anxious to know you. Amazing, we've been talking days, Upon months. Upon gaze, I can spot you in a haze. And this faith I hold with love. I hope you'll trust me the same. I never held your hand once, but the light from your face, Radiates when you smile my way. I can't explain this love. But it's something I aim to cup, In the palms of my hand to keep you safe forever. I must, Be your guardian angel. One night, I walked on the pavement. I saw you on the other side of the street, When two men came to grab you from behind. I could tell you were danger. I swooped up from behind them and killed them off to save you. You rushed off so quick, you didn't see me. I was glad to have been there to save you immediately. And since then, I followed you at night to see if, You'd ever need my help. I'm your angel if you need me. I'm your guardian angel, here to protect you. Always in the shadows, just know I never left you. I'll always have a strong rhyme you can step to. And know that you'll be safe 'till the Lord come gets you. Robberies. Dishonesty. And kinda thieves, That take a man's right to breathe. I wander streets at night and squash all this horribly, Saving all these victims, but you're my priority. I keep you under my wings and shield you from the sort of freaks, That wander at you, teeth glistening. But, every night, they increase in distance. They know that I'm there and that I'll pop 'em in an instant. This positive vibe I'm giving, you never knew I was with ya, Every night, to make sure that you're home safe. I got the city on my watch. You're the center round which I rotate, soul-mate. Just know I hold you close. Pray, For the alone, 'cause, love, I'll never go away. And as I see you each day, we can smile at each other. I'm your fighter and I wanna be your lover. Discover how much I love you. I'll cut up who tries to touch you. I'll always be there to keep you safe if ever you're in trouble. I'm your guardian angel, here to protect you. Always in the shadows, just know I never left you. I'll always have a strong rhyme you can step to. And know that you'll be safe 'till the Lord come gets you. And on that fateful night, you saw me across the street. You seemed so happy, you came and talked to me. And it was such a pleasant meeting 'till I awkwardly, Told you all about my love and you screamed "Stop stalking me!" You were disgusted and aggravated. I was devastated. You said you didn't need saving, And it was painful to hear you say this and be so angry. You stormed away, irate. You underestimated the danger, But I had no choice but to obey you. So I kept watch over the city but I left you alone. I didn't see you for a while. It was hurting my bones. But I followed your wishes. I miss you, But you felt you were a victim of a creepy, sick, individual. But things were kicking. The crime-rate was decreasing. People spoke of a vigilante that was always out sneaking, In the shadows. I believe you must've heard the stories. I wondered what you were thinking of them. Can you ignore me? Well, let me just pay you a little visit. I wanted to see if you would forgive me. Only reason I started doing this was to keep you safe with me. So I chanced upon you walking the street. I ran up to you to meet you, but you walked away quickly. "You still been watching me? Have you ever seen me naked?" "No, and I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be in danger." But you said, "Just leave me alone." And so I left you, returned home, anxiety chewing my neck through. It was the worst night, wishing it was our first night. I couldn't sleep, sweat bursting and gripping my shirt tight. The next morning came slow, sun creeping. I staggered into the living room and switched on the TV. There was breaking news. Seems explicable. I wasn't in any shape last night, To save someone from getting in the news. It killed me. Who is this person that I couldn't deliver to? They pulled up the name and... Shit...it was you...

Sitting here, looking at my watch, thinking about the time I got. I don't got any idea, but I dock the clock often. Stop the whole squadron. I'm waiting on an angel. I don't know when she'll stop in. Probably never. I've started doubting her existence. Maybe she's just a myth. Or I was reading the wrong scripture. And this pile of questions keep making a racket in my residence. I would love to shove 'em out but I need to be her gentleman. If ever I meet her, promise to treat her like a queen. Hope she'll be as kind as I think. If not, I'll keep it clean. I've been waiting all my life just to kiss her on the cheek, And I can't turn back now. I wanna see her physique, Shake her hand, embrace her, make her laugh, hear her speak. In the past, I would mistake her as a Greek mythical beast. But now I'm really sure that I'll meet my angel. Easy or painful, I wanna sleep her cradle. The promise that we'll be together is stronger than anything. Any day, she can knock at my door with a wedding ring. And I'll open the door for her. Further more, implore her to enter my house. Then I'll court her to dance out of this world in a romantic diaspora, And she will let me know what this song is about. Now, I'm still sitting here, docking my clock again. I'm holding my breath 'cause I'm sick of the oxygen. My lover will come in the most subtle of fashions. I sit here waiting, apprehending to catch her, In the practice of capturing my soul. She's a master in the art of acrobatics. She can balance on the thin strands of hair on the back of my neck. She's probably standing right beside me like a bandit, Reaching for my hand at this exact moment. I'm not scared. I'm ecstatic. Others panic when they see her, Emphatic with how they be calling her a bad omen. It's sadness that echoes through these badlands and grand canyons, But I'll be glad when my companion comes back to, Snatch me off this planet. My phantom will come, wrapped in a manta, To take me back to my master. I wait for that last stanza, When my angel will come in the guise of a madame. And with these last words, I try paint what is left. I've been waiting all my life for the angel of death.

Silent bouts. Christ. Silent about it. Nights found us in the lousy times, When the spouse ain't about to stand behind it, Frowned toward the sights. Clouds entice a coward to hide. No doubt it's a price. When sour goes southward, we find that there's, Nowhere to go but out of it. Just powerless. Or maybe we might be proud of it. Or how about if we serenade a soul to hold on just a little more. And hold strong to that little bit of hope, Sewn to the hearts and the bones, Of those singing to God, 'cause ain't none of us alone. Cope, flow with it, bro. Don't throw a fit. Choked. I know you've been sick. So close to the end. Just call to the Lord and wait for Him to answer. It makes me think of Ayyub, the prophet I was named after. Huh. You were alone, there, cold to the floor plan. Crows in the doorknobs hold to your bold stare. Think of the poor man. You had seemed a little faint, Judging by the tone when I couldn't even see your face. But a rickety fictitious continuum singled out a simple slit, Sincerity within a pun. Predetermination was never an option. But life can guarantee you only death, with or without a coffin. Problems arise, probably dominating, Coughing out of dominos and solitary contemplations. But if the daydreamer's promise is an analysis, You'll figure a little wiggle and shim-shimmy up out of it. Pocket a pickle. Prop positive syllables on top, Of the tongue and the dome. Rock a katana to go, With the psyche of a warrior, fortified, important, And pouring out his soul for his Lord up above. You have a beautiful complexion. Confess and approve. You're a student. Don't stress it. In tune with one love. Peace. "And Job, when he cried to his Lord: Distress has afflicted me! and Thou art the most Merciful of those who show mercy. So We responded to him and removed the distress he had, and We gave him his people and the like of them with them: a mercy from Us and a reminder to the worshippers." Surah al-Anbiya', ayat 83 and 84 Surely Allah speaks the truth. Amin.

There was never a sheriff. Quite the contrary. The year started out with a word, Shift, shot, and buried. I slipped off of my chair, half-whipped, Sick, slinking, sinking into the dare, half-pissed. Wring the commentary. There was a different approach. It was a little remorseful, Force-fed the story with a bridge and a morsel of Tom and Jerry. Pour the assortments and pick from the gourmet of doctrinaries. Sore from the core of it, allured from the past. There was more to the moral of it, lord of the glass. Sure, you were horrible, and horror is the practice. Corner the coroner and implore him to pass. I was a little bit sick, wrung, clicked with the nit-pick, Done with the litter of this shit, Blood on the cliff, hung from the edge, Run out of breath, sun on the set. Love was the test. Once upon a time, once upon a time, It was all mine. It was all fine, Back before I knew it. Memories exist in the proof when music, Soothes the soul. Capture that moment when you lose control. In love with the dream. Make an instant vanish, When all you can do is just imagine. Knock on the door. Who's there? It's Sheep. "Sheep" who? You know, Sheeplocks. It's me. There was a little resentment. And then there's the breath of fresh air we save tomorrow to fetch. But for breakfast, I'm looking for the best of it. Rest of the day will be spent in the breadth of it. Next on the plate is a letter to the sentence. I pray that I'm not held back by the bittersweet sentiment. Call to the future with a grin in the palette, Proud of the fact you were up for the challenge. I made a giddy enigma I've been trying to solve since, My mom passed away and I've been feeling nostalgic. But I'm not here for the past-tense. I know what happened. I just need to master mathematics and add up, What it means to practice all that I've captured, To grasp at death's hands with it. Once upon a time, once upon a time, It was all mine. It was all fine, Back before I knew it. Memories exist in the proof when music, Soothes the soul. Capture that moment when you lose control. In love with the dream. Make an instant vanish, When all you can do is just imagine.