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My Purpose Drawn To Disorder - Them Mind Games Tag You'Re It- My Spokenword

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Never mind games tag you're it, What's my true purpose here am I to be really cute and feared My not name blaspheme and smeared This unknown gospel to the center is it made clear As I run and hide they shoot I die the bullet misses my abdomen I'm walking down the street lost misplaced Those the skins not like mine holler out why you here boy I miss the chance the shouts the last where's the love at I miss the guilt and shame where they heart at My purpose drawn to this order Because they don't understand me so they won't bother Just spoke to Peace pipe they rather have a piece of pipe laid on me Put me in a wooden box alive or dead doesn't matter as long as I can see The new reality that they live in just ain't me Tag you're it my purpose drawn to disorder then mind games Laws limit options to vote, brotha git your foot up off my throat The paradigm they got the captives freed yet they have no choice Their word is nothing veiled their premise is not gathered here For they too can read between the lines My opinions assassinated cuz some of us procrastinated My purpose drawn to disorder the mind games tag you're it Broad support from the general public was up U B guilty son yo brother get yo hands up Thought it'd be in God whom we should first and only trust Those that are racist they are unjust Not all but some of them tried to hide their smiles between the Glocks and laws and governmental themes Policy only matters to humanity of your certain shade of Green My purpose drawn to this order then mind games tag you're it Our schools have done a poor job of teaching me individuality Ya need to come down with me pray for the bureaucracy My purpose wrong to disorder the mind games tag you're it Them ******* they be beating by police scene Running dogs attacking our older senior citizens and children They're made now numb what's up They run around broken mad and confused and in disgust They too have no one or where to trust Where is God in their vision, are their hearts listening What about you what about me what about us What's the verdict, too much uncurtain My purpose drawn to disorder then mind games tag you're it Then they're racist people third generation don't want none my purpose drawn this order then mind games tag you're it Acting like hypocrites Grace matters but only if you're a certain color Now the number speaks it's never 100%, It's only partiality and then the minority of the small number Ain't No same colors loyalty, Of this socialize percent unbecoming disenchanted no royalties Don't those prejudicial high-minded do gooders Don't they realize if and I all had mine purpose i The very first cotton shirt that they wear, was down by mi great grandma And if my great great grandfather had gotten his 40 acres and a mule What's up with your lie In 1865 a general given us such a ruse if that line was truth America would be christened NUE AFRICA Some 40,000 freed slaves If they had that cheddar Descendants families will be worth 640 billion dollars today My purpose drawn to this order them mind games tag you're it Anyway, Here son hold my mule I lied you ain't free in this land don't belong to you git back ta work Now get back to work so I can give you yo cheddar new slavery got U indebted You're a hustling and so am I too! Tag yo it! This B my purpose drawn to disorder Yo Man I am was a purpose drawn to disorder In The Man's them mind games Now I unblinded, forgiving yet mindful, not forgetting , Peace, Forgiveness, and Love Brother of another color, Tag Your it now? 11/13/222 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022 From forth coming anthology "(Justice)just us"

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