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I gotta get drunk to make a hit
I gotta separate myself just to be myself
I stopped praying and started buying more blacks
They still don’t understand what it means or how it feels to be black.
I feel my ancestor's scars.
I loved it once, and now I’m scared.
Joining forces with the enemy, playing my part
I gotta get drunk. Enjoy these bricks I’m behind.
Every move I make, I still feel that knife in my back you left behind.
My God only has a press play button; I must have forgotten the rewind.
When I speak my truth, some loved ones will leave me behind.
I am a curse and also a blessing.
I am an angel with a flaming tail.
If I die today, I fear Hell will be my cell.
Even if it kills me, I gotta get drunk to see your face.
Back to back shots with no chase
I vowed that there would never be another female that I chase.
Screaming and crying in my pillow for all of my mistakes
Sorry is not enough
These drugs are never enough to help me forget.
Every shoulder I lean on feels cold.
I’m in the dark
Copyright © Malcolm Brooks | Year Posted 2018
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