Whats expected

That dude 
That lad
Yes its me again,
The wind be the end
The end is the start of where i stopped 
Where i stand,
This is where i live 
That house
The home of a young lad,
My heart runs free
My spirit shines 
I got darkness at my grasp,

Flying, seeing nothing but stars
Feeling happy
Dancing around, 
Doing funny gestures  
Beneath the ground,
The area i was forced to live
Im the thorn to civilization 
Im that kid with dreams
The state consists of many things,
Just not me.

Hocus pocus 
A garden green
A garden full of locusts,
That fella won again 
Maintaining my existence,
Living life like I'm supposed to be,
How its presented to me,
We all have the same dreams 
We all have the same needs,
Just look at it from a different angle 
And untangle the missing truth,
Which is you!
Free you!

Love escalates 
My Spirit fuelled up
The climax,
Reaching the top
Like i was dropping to the ground,
We need each other to survive 
Not to contradict and ridicule,
But to live and love
How simple!

The light stuck in the capsule 
So its deep within my soul
I got darkness at my grasp,
That dark energy 
Operating in high frequency,
Mimicking unknown vibrations
Changing my physical body 
Altering my emotions,
Resulting in what was genetically and psychologically engineered,
Me, the black man,
Experiment of society 
I have to escape this lap.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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