Monday, November 24, 2014

Truth...from Ferguson.....

I cry
Not for a verdict but a forgotten effect
This defect of us being rejects is a double edged sword...
Our anger towards
Should be anger towards
Yet we hate ourself
we rise off shelfs when we feel there is dishonor

But your honor I never meant to steal her curds and way

Cuz im not little no more and I peep what is going on
The lamb is gone...cycling the same song

We sip our tea but allow truths to supersede

The tragedies

The travesties of our own demolition of our own future prism

Enraptured in violence
I can no longer remain silent
How can life be vibrant
When killing happens all times in

All kinds and whether we blind in our own circumstance
Rerouting our youth deserves a chance

They deserve to advance
Leaving behind being products of an environment
That inspires in
Never gonna be shit, locked up, no future, locked up, no future....
DEAD kind of acknowledgment

Let's get angry for all the time

Not when a article or story or sensationalization becomes entwined

The valley still waits to have our race to escape and demonstrate
we are still not to be fucked with.....
Who hears our suffering?
It falls on deaf ears
Blind stares
I cant speak no more I may be undone

The future is undone
We cant run
Wake up people....your leaning on idiocracy

Sunday, November 2, 2014

A hard head makes a soft ass

I want to live as if tomorrow doesn't exist
That's the problem
It's always been

Get too close I push and pause and leave distant because
I hate the feeling of lost

We know better
We can control better
But I never gave it a chance

Never chanced the chance because
I grew up in hate. ..
The only way to communicate is being caight up in the drama of not knowing
It was my knowing
My growing
Its hampered me for years

It brought about these fears of being here and not wanting to be here 
but wanting to be here and thinking I dont deserve to be here and not knowing im meant to be here....

Til its too late

I took my time...and said I was waiting
I had the perception I was always waiting
But you were

A hard head makes a soft ass....I guess mines is charmin