Sleep

Thick, and without form- darkness,
pierced by opaque light,
gradually diffusing starkness,
muffles the one with sight.
Receiver of white noise,
shivers the chill's bite.
Band of fleeting decoys,
startled by a striking clock,
reminds the dream "deploy",
and retreat with the morning cock.

White Fire

White with a flow that can decimate black stereotypes,
I spit so much,
you're gonna need to clean up,
here's a wet wipe,
born with style,
my skins got pinstripes,
spittin' white fire,
mics glow like Christmas tree lights,
outta sight,
John Cena can't see me,
Joanna Dark needs a farsight,
you know I'm right when I say you spit trite,
but like Bob Marley said,
everything's gonna be alright.