When We Ask - Who Are You?

I live in space,
Somewhere called earth,
It is home;
I can vacate the planet,
And still return looking queen,
Who dares become Jade when am gone?
Relax,
I live -
Looking face to face with trouble
At my widow,
I whisper for my jet,
And a thousand doves come in array,
I seek peace in my heart,
Kindness in my bones,
Love in my soul,
But pain in my tongue,
I deceive with my eyes;
And it sings these praises:
Slow down,
She is heading north,
Even when her east is on fire;
Hold on the queen can take it,
Just like her bones that walks on ice,
Sleep well you will live long:
Because she still writes.

I cannot smoke the weed papa left,
I cannot smile like grand ma,
I just cannot travel the world like the stars,
But I can sit like the old ma;
Who watches the world from her pot,
And tells her palm;
Its time to go home:
I want to drop my world on you all,
You have all been lazy,
My spaceship is landing,
You all are about to evaporate.

I beat Satan to draft,
I tell that to my friends on tea day,
And they just fry my words,
Like some egg on the sun;
Jade is oat:
She does not believe what power is.
Hold on let me spell it:
Pieces the remedy and remember the recipe,
Open your heart to condolence as you wave timidity,
Willpower is all I have but enough to;
Enter my prime in time and,
Reload my existence -
That is power.
So am telling you all,
Remove me from this shame,
That you place me,
And exult your queen:
Do not disgrace words,
It just might leave like the sun,
On a raining day -
Your heart is too dark,
It stinks like a dungeon,
Your lives are to dull;
Our economy looks better -
Even though it is not human,
You better be the best,
Than beat the best,
Say no to blind folds.

Let us start with a storyline,
That dreams of a timeline,
When teacups move like human beings,
And glasses are worn as shoes,
Even the creator was smart enough to
To make us believe a tale -
That ends happily:
In the real world,
It hurts like a bite,
And is as hot as Africa:
Listen to the lines -
Do not read upon them,
Schools are not to make you,
So make your portfolio,
As direct as your talent;
Be a black cat at night,
And a horse during the day,
Because there is
Too much love,
To much lies,
In this world you and I ride;
Am leaving for Jupiter,
And when I come back:
I am going to make you all mine.

Stop sleeping on a bed
Like a bedbug,
Get up and realize your feet works.
Ha ha ha ha
Tell that to the maids at the castle;
And get mesmerize by real life.