Ode to my glorious days
Mouths hailing like Ali in the jungle
Peeps wanting attention like I hold the key to their soul
I had it all figured out
Fine-chin strap,pencil and a nice flowing shirt
Could see their ears tingle at the sound of my voice 
Crafty like a pen
Confidence on fleek
Bouncing like a 6'4 Impala 
No attention given -plenty recovered
Yet clean record no blood
Always someone wanting to feel! 
But like the changing of the day
ICHABOD is all I remember 
Well grounded in shame, broke and ugly
With more time and no money
I have turned to a reference point for once glorious days
Dem girls don't flitch no more
They pretend am not there
 No one on the street hailing the Aliness in me
Its all quiet now
No more money- no more love 
Ah! how has the mighty fallen?!
So deep!
Being crowned  with mud looks like royalty
Ode to glorious days!!!

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