Heightened Awareness
Tryna ignore my conscious,
this aint working out.
Is peace even attainable?
It feeds me with doubt.
Conscious, fully awake,
uninterested in clout.
This pain on my brain,
I have to get it out.
Tension in the air,
or is it the atmosphere.
Heightened awareness
as black bodies disappear.
Things start to appear,
that initially wasn't there.
The pendulum starts to swing
when you realize it wasn't fair.
Either watch and be angry,
or utilize your voice.
Do it b/c it’s right,
don't give yourself a choice.
This ain’t about a peace prize.
Or for any recognition.
Seeing all these mamas cry
changed the path of my vision.
People are traumatized.
Forced into submission.
Forget what you will jeopardize.
Standing up is the only decision.
Because if we all rise,
and find a way to compromise,
this tragedy might end up being a blessing in disguise.
Rest peacefully Mr. Floyd
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