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Walking with no money staring at the pavement 
this journey never mad sense 
I was hungry so many days 
I began to study the ways of a vegetarian 

The truth is hidden behind a quiet agenda
Batman is a hero 
As long as I’m a  negro 
The problems in my mind Sounds ridiculous 
Trying to force god to repair and heal you makes him more still 

Now you wonder who still cares 
I feel dead when my spirit is starving 
So we throw parties and watch  low standard women fill the apartment 

I don’t know who I am 
An alcoholic monster , A constant problem 
Or The conscious boxer

A black man Battling depression is a blank message 
To those who think you just stressing 
It hurts to look at my reflection without a bias perception 

I need to love me more 
Trust my senses , my intuition , and not the system 
I crawl then fall I can not blame god 
It’s my fault I’m not king and just a pawn 

Why do I believe that if we die our tribe will all be one 
Young in a forest of guns and rum for the pirates 
Surviving in my environment is equivalent to lions buying sheep skin 

I sleep fearing my next day will contain submission 
I’m rebellious learning Arabic while teaching to Christians 
My girl went to Spelman and I’m not leaking her features
International players anthem banging while I’m saying I need you 
Praying to god with my rod on the mountain 

Zeus never strike the enlightened 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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