Derrick Brody2

Sonnet The Watchers

A stalker you say…O no just say watchingYou walk around swagger on a MillionSwag intersecting are you cross BrandingEven with no hands bet the girls feel himShoes so fly swear he’s bout to take landingWith the slightest touch there can be healingHe could fix anything his skills were handyPride so high that his head touch the ceilings

But who’s back am I watching at the endWho’s eyes see the future but just for meBackwards I will lean my back will not bendOnly one future so no room for weWatching my own back but will lend a HandFocus on one future to that…. I AgreeTo no other person will be a FanBecause I’m the man that follow my Feet