UNTITLED 11/25/07
…Tired of this way I crawl, I sit, trying to un-climb these fucking four walls. My brain is leaking, see, a pointless future I cannot see. So, it is back to the grind, just a piece of worthless meat, weaving and wobbling down a lonely street.
I am feeling so ill, and there is no place for me to simply chill. Have to find a way to say what is so heavy on my heart. Yet, I have no idea where to even start.
Don’t worry – there is no emergency. It is just me against me. Somehow I will pull myself up to stand again on my own two feet.
Though when I do and I think I got my little corner all tied down. People start trying to drag my ass through the mud all over town.
I am not rhyming or even trying to be Black or even light brown, though, I am a healthy beige.
But no matter what our color, when war breaks out, our red blood is what’s getting spilled all over the world’s stage.
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