My Path is Lit (Poem)

My brain is shot
My bones are frigid

I’m stacking air miles flying over me

My britches are trembling
My ass is in a hot spot

I got nothing and no one to save me from my head game

My load is light
My heart is heavy

My hands untied
The party’s over

My path is lit
My bars are in the furnace

Tit or tat
I’ll burn you to the ground