Others tools

So I look in the bag for help and find myself...unmeasured with all these tools
The hammer of unrighteousness
The screwdriver drenched in unlikeliness
Who's tools are these??

The screws missing bolts
Making me want to revolt
Sending jolts....that are not striking

I am said lightening because I illuminate the dark

The leveler leaves me waiting for someone to tell me I'm aligned

I'm resigned these tools are not mine
like the walk in another's shoes

The wrenches seem to want to prove some.....thing's.....but my soul can't never be extracted
Nor redacted, this is the bits that feed into my screw

I need new tools...

Sting

Puncturing a mind takes time
But.....it shows a weary soul In all it's glory
I gang and gloried
This is my story, you can't make this stuff up

Fighting mentally and physically, intrinsically, habitually
I will not stop
The soul seems to weaken
But only pauses to send out a beacon
To let the masses know the truth

I regroup, stay close to the truth so you can understand my fury.....

In the belly of the beast
Living..because the rush of existence can only happen when you know what it is to exist (thanks SC)
To consist of more than bootie twerking
It's minds that I'm serving

You want your plate now or later?

This behavior, is a lack of spirituality being major
And you just failed out of college
They doubt my knowledge
Not knowing to have lived is a different kind of experience
Need no certifications to  experiment
Life is my experiment

Solving all equations
I was raised in
While others simply erasing
The bowels of the mind
Wishing they would find
Answers in a bottle or a blunt
So you can stunt...but I see your hand and raise you a bid

I may seem like a kid but I'm a grownup in a kids world
The decisions for the future yeah they still fail
So I don't want to grow up

I want to throw up
The policies
The technologies that lead our youth to lack of conversation
Thoughtless equations and anger ruling summations
Wanting you to react

I'm no longer reactive
Live my life as proactive
Because this shit got to stop

So I want to sting...
I want you to see...it's not what our parents told us it would be
While most still are gathered in that square of shade

This tortured  role
Living with an old soul
That gathers and supports those in my likeness
I'm not saying I'm righteous

But you tell me a truth and I will tell you no lies
Just look in my eyes to establish that I means what I say and say what I mean

Too many words to share
I know how I needed up here
What's your excuse

I removed my self from the booth to explore other truths and create more meaning to my words

You can say I'm disturbed or question my use of terms

But in the end you have been stung....
So I'll continue to sting and bring about things no one wants to answer

Do you hear my buzz?
Cuzzzzz
Then you've been stung
My truth is never done but be my flowers so it continues