There isn't enough time in the world to do one thing right. Ambition is a disease that preys on the waking. Fall asleep reciting all the things you didn't do. That's pillow talk.
Reversism. That’s when we do to ourselves what you did to us first. When we put that thirst before another. A son, himself, before his mother. A brother, a dime, before his cousin. You don’t see the difference? Like you got six on one hand, the other a half dozen?
All we needed was a little lovin’ as we heeded the warning signs of a dangerous life. A truth that cuts like a knife: 8 out of 10 won’t make it. The two that remain barely gain priority as minority, drowning in majority. Born dead. Accepted into white schools, but it’s code red. Assaulted like the ones who never made it into old heads.
18.2 % of blacks go to college. 18.2% of blacks get knowledge. It doesn’t matter what you say to me. It doesn’t matter if you take the streets or take the books. We still look like 8 crooks to blue eyes with silver badges. To gun toting citizens protecting neighborhoods from evolution. America’s getting browner from all the pollution.
They told us that freedom was the solution. That it was proof that we made it. So don’t waste your life looking for proof that we’re hated. Time is the mother of truth, so keep waiting. Perserverence is the mother of success, so stay faded. The game wasn’t made for people like us, but keep playing.
Back at it! Sunriver year 2!
Anonymous said: There are Americans who think a black teenager reached for a cop's gun, from 35 feet away, but demand further proof for global warming.
Those people are called racists, actually.
Mid life crisis.
Five days later, my coworkers remember my birthday.
Fall in love. Have a heart attack. Wasting time on fools, never love you back. I’m trying to be a poet. I’m trying to do rap. Wasting time on art that never loves you back. Back woods. Hood rats. Deals close. Cash stacks. Big city. No tax. High rise. New ass. Down low, but she moves fast. Riding down low with the roof back. Keep it down low, it’s the new escape! He said the girl was down though, but that was date rape.
I get it. You got it. No need to control it. But money comes and goes like death throws. I know. I know. And no, I can’t control it. No, you can’t control it. I bought it. Motherfuckers stole it, because I said “you can see it, you don’t need to hold it.”
The fading pharaoh blood is going to make me famous. We get rich, you blame us. We get hitched, you tempt us. We got stitches from when you cut us. Just us? Never had it. Never will. You sleepers fussing, cussing, screaming at us. I feel you.
I reeled you in. Made you my next of kin. We doubled down on original sin. We win. They lose. All I really needed was three cold brews and a shot. I get rowdy and a bougie black girl calls the cops. They show up. We square off. I get popped. Stop.
Kids got a cast made of cardboard and duct tape.
Best view all day.