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You made it easier for me, now I can spread my wings.
yet you made it harder for my brother, he can barely breathe.
I'm here with my lord enjoying my life.
yet my family on earth is not feeling Alright
suffering from migraine, stress, and chest pain.
thoughts of suicide, so much on their shoulders.
as I'm here watching my mother getting older.
my brother, my dad is crying on her shoulder.
she's so strong, so brave, so undefeated.
no matter how the trial end, she's my queen.
mama you been under so much pressure and stress.
I been trying to tell you my souls laid to rest.
not for you and my father, I guess.
you wasn't there but you know the truth.
God have given them visions to you.
but rest assure mama ,I'm near you everday.
yet It's tearing my heart to pieces to see you hurt this way.
I see you laying in my bed, just to be close to me.
smelling my clothes for sweet memories.
grandma, cousins, aunts, and uncles.
put on your helmets, put on your armor.
the devil is fighting extremely dirty.
with his lies, arrogance, and schemes.
in the courtroom head high as a king.
but the real king is next to me.
the life I live is what I dreamed.
yet my family is living a nightmare.
I'm in heaven, their in hell.
dry your eyes mama, justice will be served.
you and I both know, what I didn't deserve.
was on my way to kiss you mom had my skittles and tea.
tried to keep it moving, but the devil harassed me.
every tear you cry I'm here to dry your eyes.
wake up and love each day moma.
and most of all pray moma. rip trayvon
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COLOR BLIND
I thought it was over, though I could never understand
Why we can't walk down the street, holding different hands
'Can't walk side by side, have to have a divide
Sepreate fountains, Sepreate seats, treated as a disease
This is not what God see in me
I'm a black beauty, yet treated as a black beast
My Caucasian friends has departed from me
Hello? the 1st amendment is not reachable
Trying to teach me things that not even teachable
yet, the brains of our people are so knowledgeable
White and black really nothing different but the color
yet, many petty on me as if I could change my color
You stalk me as if I could change the weather
but you are more ignorant than I thuoht if you judge by color
Some could never fill my shoes I been through every scene
Time to wake up colors are not what they seem
What if colors were never discover
We do the same things but why are we on different teams
I wish black and whites could come together like martin seen in his dream
You hear me! but Seriously, you don't really know what i mean
You don't know the feeling,
I was scarred like a slave and still in the process of heeling
I still carry the whips on my back from being beat and viciously degraded
but you wanna know what is crazy? I was born after slavery
Color blind...... in a world full of colors
Why do different races try to hurt one another
We both were birth by mothers, walk the same earth, eat alike
Yet why do I feel different
if you haven't notice, whats been going on, you haven't been paying attention
it's not what you did to me or what I've I done to you
We are differnet indivaluls you cant categorize a color
Rasicm will end in the end of ime
but as of now nothing is wrong with the world their just COLOR BLIND
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Sittin here with a plate of food
in front of me.
holding a picture in my mind of
the last supper floating off haze
my mind begin to go into deep
thought.
sitting with a full plate of food
in front of me
yet trying to feed myself food
of knowledge meanwhile ,trying
to avoid digesting from the tree
of Eden
yet its tempting when the only
thing surrounding me is snakes.
heisting in my ear waiting on
me to enter their trap.
tho the temptations are
tempting, i try to ignore the
heisting
it's getting ignoring the fruit are
coming off the tree and their
pouring
now I'm trying to avoid the fruit
of knowledge.
I see why eve was under so
much pressure.
See eve had a lack of
knowledge.
she wasn't aware of the devil.
Took a bite out of the apple
thinking god wont find out ever
then gave Adam some so he
could feel the same way
this is the same thing we do
today.
we try something new and want
our love one to do it too.
Too much knowledge have you
in a situation as Adam and Eve.
A lack of knowledge have you
chasing other people dreams .
Following the leader when the
leader hemself is lost
Me I'm trying to stay focus
watching what I digest.
my circle is gettin smaller with
the people that I trust
meanwhile I'm trying to keep
beliving myself
at any given time I'm not sure
wat I'm capable of
I just pray a individual don't
test me
I can barely pass the test god
give me
yet pass the test man put up
against me
my glass is so full but it feels so
empty
sitting here with a full plate of
food in front of me.
thinking about the last supper
fork on the table
I'm rubbing my knuckles
going into deep thought
cant remember much of what I was taught
was I taught?
seem like I educated myself
Moma wasn't around
daddy was incarcerated before going in
the police put the gun
to my face and the house was
raided .
there, I didn't really care about education
I just had to try to live and make it.
I didn't care about the consequences or temptations.
I smoke marijuana, just to ignore everything I was facing.
skipping school.
I was smoking not to be cool but to get high for the moment
and forget get about the bad
moments.
like begin raped abandon and
homeless.
I was facing life but I was
declared freedom.
where was everyone when I
needed them.
I used to cry wondering if god
hear my cries some nights I
even prayed that god take me
to sky
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VISIONS OF ME IN HANDCUFF
12 heads near the left center room,
bystanders watching as the Man with the
book determine to make my life heaven or
hell As I stand with my head high in the air,
but my hands low hoping that he
understands why I made the choices I
chose at the time Hoping that he see’s a
new clear me through this dark skin of
mine if I could just ask for one more life it
will be whole lot different Days off for a
little wondering how I got myself into this
situation in the first place, seem like I
woke up here confused and curious Plenty
light but I’m living a nightmare blink my
eyes twice hoping I’m dreaming yet no one
disappears or leave the room How could
such pressure be on me as an individual
looking around for answers but no
explanations standing humble Just
waiting for the results like STD test
tapping my feet to the beat of the
typewriter’s fingers as she performed I
just wish I were at home watching my
Kevin Hart DVD still in my TV from the
other day how did we get to this day Never
in a million years would I think I would be
standing here today the embarrassment
the shame that I have to face Unaware if I
prove my case I hear the 12 heads
whispering yet can point out what their
saying strangling my ears’ Put your hands
behind your back you have the right to
remain silent, that’s what I hear the two
officers behind me say Yet when I turned
to look I saw neither one of their mouths
moving confused on what to say so I
looked forward At the corner of my eye it
seems I could see the officers watching
me as one approach me with his cuffs out
I don’t understand I yell out I didn’t hear
the juries decision everyone looked at me
as if they had seen a ghost Relax I told
myself to ease my nerves what has
happen to me have I gone insane now my
head is low and my hands are high
Praying to god if he get me out of this jam
I would be the perfect person no more
sinning just straight faith in him One out
of 12 of the heads stood up and said we
as the jury such and such and such
innocent was all I heard I smile for joy not
showing much settlement proceeded out
of the court exit and home on my bed I
arrived Holding my loved ones again a
knocked at the door while I tucked them in
bed looked through the peek hole Not a
soul in site two seconds later a kicked to
the door I grabbed my little ones disclosed
their location A final kicked to the door
leave them in the house with a call to the
cops already in place makes the 45 come
down from the safe Enemies behind me as
he holds the Barron to my neck asked
where is the money then placed the cuffs
on my wrist
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my dark skin made life darker
for me
little light in my life
someone ask how I'm doin and
i reply with just alright
in my tupac mind set feeling
like its just me again the world
Granted freedom then one little
mistake they put me in jail
the court system give no room
for mistakes whatever u try u
fail
the only consequences they
have is to put u in jail
then getting a job is hard as
hell
then they wonder why we
continue to be locked in a cell
seem like a set up rite
soon as the police see my skin
color their reading me my
rights
how long must I continue this
fight
war over skin color it makes no
sense
seem like a dream some time I
give myself a pinch
I'm living reality things just got
real for me.
I need everything but nothing
free
still siting at the table now my
food is cold picturing the last
supper
I hope this isn't my last meal
father god help us
Don't let tonight's dinner be my
last supper
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I was granted the freedom to speak.
Yet it seem like that rule doesn't apply
when it comes to me.
Can't vote, due to my past Felonies.
Freedom of speech, that's what you're
telling me.
Can't express thy thoughts.
Can't express thy mind.
I can just take this pen and write on these
lines.
yet if the wrong hand get a hold of it, in
jail I'm doing time.
So Freedom of speech for Who.
Freedom of speech for what.
Freedom of speech is a dream that some
of us could Never catch, because freedom
of speech don't speak for us.
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