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You can try your might
You can run all night
What's done in the dark will come out in the light
It can be messy
Pathetic 
Distorted 
Corroded 
Be ready to flight 
But what's done in the dark always comes out in the light
Literal and proverbial 
For the truth shines bright like fresh cold air touching the warm skin
Like a baby screaming under fluorescents
Even thru the depression 
And anything that's suggesting a different direction
Like going left when things ain't right
But what's done in the dark comes out in the light
What's done in the shadows never seems to last
Unless it's your own shadow you cast
That causes a dead spot in the grass
There's always evidence 
Like volcanic ash 
Hand clasped
Fist in the air
Holding on for dear life because only so often
Doing wrong is the only thing that's right
But not tonight
Gods gonna cut you down
But not before my hand picks up
And drop this crown
Hoodie up 
Gloves on
Timbs laced and bandana in place
And erase 
The one simple mistake of all the time I put to waste
Carving out of your carcass the rib that was giving from the man sitting on height
But what's done in the dark comes out in the light
But instead I write 
Because legally it isn't considered right
So I scribble my dribble upon this electronic pad
While my eyeballs clasp to the tears that are wiped away by my fury
My heart being judge and jury
Actions colaberating fully
Asshole is the name given willfully
And silly am I to think this is just a phase
When is it that at a certain age you hold accountable for your actions 
When is it
Because I missed that ticket of admission 
So I can pass yours to your provision 
But what's done in the dark comes out in the light
So this chant I will recite 
In order to deflect the reflect of shyt that just ain't right
Here and now 
And even in hindsight 
But that was your ultimatum
And duct tape won't fix this relation that's on the precipice of fading
Even with my will so strong
Proving the doctors wrong
Proving the police wrong
Proving  America wrong about black father's being gone
And idiotic people being ding dongs believing the lies told
And here I stand 
Knees crumbling 
Tummy rumbling
Mind fumbling 
Appetite vomiting the tears of my soul
But what's done in the dark comes out in the light
So I regress into myself and write
About what's right
Until all that's shaded be exposed to the shine of the bright 
Hot
Never fading
Light..........peace
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