I see the world as a black genius
lost within smoke + mirrors
but as of late,
my perception is making things a bit clearer.
I lost trust
when they saw me as weird instead of unique.
Now all I need is me and my pen
to a**ure this story's complete.
He told me, "save yourself first."
I took it as more than face value.
She said, "put meaning in a verse,"
but I was afraid to run it by you…
Now it's bigger than me.
Friends I'll never meet keep dying due to police.
He and I were the same age,
how cruel can this life be?
//
I know we all hear His voice…
Sometimes it's too hard to follow.
I spend my time on this cloud
to envision days of tomorrow.
Last year, I was raised
by King Basquiat and Martin Luther.
Now they help me scribble these words
in hopes of a better future.
Keep the cotton-mind criticism,
I hear your thoughts
and see your smirks.
Stay stagnant
if you want our mind to wind up in a hearse.
Be sure to find yourself
before the silhouettes find you first,
and always remind the mind
what your soul is worth.