Is it cotton or pollen
Both float through the air as it can
Call me crazy
For being fuzzy
Quickly it floats by you
Do you sneeze or chez for our ancestors clue
Call it what you may
Both live to produce a way
Easy does it you say
Them hard days in that field of say
Oh sounds to be coming slowly...
Nothing new has been seen to come down with
What's been said to have had dealt
Excuses given as for excuses to happen
When money gets paid to be inside my system
But how can I find out to save a life?
I have become that one searching outside for a revolutionary I am
Asystematically built to be...
When their seems to be no other way
To sew whats been sewn as a way
In which each of us do fry
Story continues to be spread and passed
Changes of fixtures become an outcast
Not with its been told to be sold
My **** gonna fold
That bat is usually white
No egg needed to stick
Hot oil not to be...
It gets nasty when men & women do it together
As testosterone & hormones are the only thing that matters
Feeling like if I don't get this out like spring sprouting feathers
Across the sky that yearly migration to lovers & haters
Making my mind up to trust my instincs in finding my black shutters...
Stories of the family relayed daily
Their depths these days are @ bay
If their was something to say we fell like failures
Everything they built for our futures
Can not be known from us to them
I'm so tired of strangers and their schemes...
Or is it skeems all that's known is what's been...
Should I do what they say?
What side can I play?
Memorized lines form as to stay
Put sometimes in the root
How can I go against shea?
Trying to understand is not soft but yet hard
Never admitting my truth but now or never
I watch & listen to other sides
But my mind has supposedly been made up...
Not all about an individual
It's about us all
Working my life out to not fall
As I'm walking down a hall
I've found rewards in no one caring who falls
Like us all fought to get my not quite downlow mouth shawl
Speaking up for me requires us all to seem tall
Via another's approval of my worth by...
Mean tough soil
When the rain goes upon us
Our planted food comes up for show
Depending on the human force
Where the energies are wrapped like foil
For the duty of our future nutrients
As seasons come around traditions of sacrifices become known
As day becomes night
Night becomes day
It's today that was black as hell
Being read to come out my shell
Bring it on said not to fail
My stars finally come to sail
Through the skies lining up the discussions
Societies also lining up the energies fruition's
Searching the streets for someone looking like me
Boom Bang Boom there she be...
When it happens
I am in love with my life's patten
Making my trademark known
As I grown w/in the circle shown
The C for captivation
Noticing my actions through generations
Excepting the strength of own
Finally becoming a chocolate tone
As soon as it is given away at all cost to you