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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 *****
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 © Keorie Mcmillan | Year Posted 2018
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