Going through some sh** in phases
But then again who isn't
(Everyone depression much?)
Mixed kid
Walking through Brooklyn
Under the lit, full moon
Wondering if his change is coming soon
And he's walking around the shorelines that so shine
Around industrial complexes past their closing time
Realizing again the world is yours
The world is mine
Though he too, got fear of being victim to crime like...
He's a guest, not an owner with a name on the dotted line
He's cautious but resigns to the vibes in the sky
He don't pay for time, it don't exist to him
But he feel at home wandering this night
Like, when he returns everything is gonna be alright
Wishful right? When he returns everything is gonna be alright?
Wishful right?
Is he enjoying too much?
Is it wrong?
Is he enjoying too much?
Is it wrong?
Got so much to say
It's a shame I'm not that good at English...
He makes a back turn
To discern, the lead way to real home
No matter the tranquility achieved and shown
He recognizes he ain't grown
Got ways to go, this is already known
And this may always be so
But he don't want that though
He wants that mono-deity wisdom flow
Been educated on facts of the whole wide world
And hope that it's true
He got many clues
Some objective, others new
He speaks this with the olden too
But can't put it in words in his own age group
Or even his own crew
Think they don't know what it's like to be in his shoes
Part of why he's recluse
Social-apartheid he purposefully choose
But it ain't true
He don't wanna hermit his view
He wants to be part of the news
But thinks, maybe it's too far, he think he lose
He can't relate, set the nuke
On trying to explain and back his truth
Tieing the social noose
He thinks again if he's better off recluse
Then... recognizes the narrow view
He knows they're are people that love him too
And it ain't fair to them to say this sh**
Even if he feels this sh**
Comes back to grip, by mental playing d**h Grips
Get it
Subway arrives, he's in, he sits
His mind is off this sh**