By the time you hear this, it might just be too late.
My eyes been open since
You see we made History,
first black prez
We all made amends
So at least that's what we thought
But instead we just made trends
Police all of a sudden had WMD up they sleeve.
So many black bodies, shot up hit the floor,
Make a soul shook
Don't even wanna step outside anymore.
I can see my future
See my demise
So go ahead
hand me my accolades.
First up Nobel Peace Prize.
It's so sad that the people that were part of the best memory, become a memory.
They ask me where's my hearts at, well good luck finding that.
It's Deep submerged in water, trying to scratch the surface above,
And you know how the saying goes...
Every Poet, just wants to be loved...
It seems as if every time I come home...shit hits the fan.
The world turning its back against me,
I mean "you said you couldn't wait to be a man"
Carolina side of mind
I feel like I'm trapped with no map
My mind is twisted insane.
There isn't day
I wanna fly away
My mind is congested
There is No DREAM!
Life Wraps its hand around my throat cutting off the THE Air
Supply my demand and kill the care.
I'm stuck between
right and wrong
Black and White
Real and Fiction
There is no depiction...
Of Reality's song...
My mind is racing
Thoughts submerged in The Devils nectar.
I hate thinking like this cause I slide into a depression,
Wait what's next? I'm having a head on collision with my thoughts,
It just gave me a concussion.
Congrats life, Mr. Poetics is back..
But why must I suffer to write the best,
Is it because I wanna be better than the rest?
Or maybe I'm on a highway of hell, so god care's about me less...
I'm so sick of struggle, I try my
Best to remain sane.
Trying to escape the lynch theory in my brain...
This is a heart to heart
I'm screaming LOVE IS THE ANSWER!
I'm a simple guy
Wanna make my mama proud,
But I feel I'm stuck inside this fantasy cloud.
I want everything to go right,
Despite my daily fight.
Retaliation is that 4-letter word
But I don't think that's the Key,
It'll just spark the born sinner in me.
I'm getting mad more
Way confused more.
Too concerned more.
Stressed is leading to the open door.
If Anger is the cousin of Hate
Then anxiety must be the baby of life.
Tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
I feel like a could go the easy route.
But it'll take me back 10 years clout.
Takes No BS
no time to pout.
A box is the only way out.
Riots, scream and shout.
No More real ones, it's a drought.
I'm boxed in
This holy pin
All types of sin
Down and gritty
Takes no pity.
Waiting for the milly
It's New Years
But the same me.
So for your New Years resolution,
Would you like to stop pollution?
The pollution of hate, fear, brutality, greed and rape.
Captain save-a has retired.
Ripped up the cape.
So don't you know that I am
In this world
A baby girl
With the fruits of labor
F my neighbor
...I'm worth above my wager
Cause when I'm the king
I will sing
I know he's the boss
But what about me!
Cause I'm the man
With the plan
To change the world
write the referral
Read my message
Clear as water
Son of Jesus
Guide me to them pearly gates please.
Cause the world done made its landscape into a money tree!