(I don't like too long writes, but I could not hold this one back. It is painful always being called a madman for professing and proliferating The Truth. But I know: Nuk-Ba-Rah. One. ~Ikoro)
There are times when I want be alone.
All alone.
'Cause possibly,
My philosophy,
Scars the minds of the weak.
In the streets they diss me
For the way I dress
But they are in fact impressed
And would surely miss me
Should I disappear.
I fear
For the fate of the masses
The transnational corporations
Trespasses
Against our rights
Our fights
Are not with eachother
But with them
Don't hate your brother
For living a lie
Or your sister for dressing like one
Don't beat your wife in ignorance
Because father like son
He will become.
Like you.
Our fights are not with eachother
But with them
Not with eachother...
So I gaze upon the moon
Seeing beautiful sunrays upon the moon.
All alone still
Because lack of will
Has universal truth
Being measured in mass appeal.
Standing amidst the crowd
I would find
In the darkest corners of my mind,
A hollow place.
A place
For misplaced
Anger and frustration
Desperation
Grips my heart
And tangles me up in
Cobwebs of self-paradoxical
Paradigms.
Modern day escapism
And words that are too
Big to understand
Take my hand
And pretend you can't hear.
Because clearly, we don't
Belong here.
Too black for your own good,
To white for your old hood.
I thought they understood
What it meant to be excluded.
Secluded now,
and forever pissed off.
But even if I cry alone sometimes,
I will never get soft.
For Our fight is not with eachother
But with them.
There are times when I want be alone.
All alone.
'Cause possibly,
My philosophy,
Scars the minds of the weak.
In the streets they diss me
For the way I dress
But they are in fact impressed
And would surely miss me
Should I disappear.
I fear
For the fate of the masses
The transnational corporations
Trespasses
Against our rights
Our fights
Are not with eachother
But with them
Don't hate your brother
For living a lie
Or your sister for dressing like one
Don't beat your wife in ignorance
Because father like son
He will become.
Like you.
Our fights are not with eachother
But with them
Not with eachother...
So I gaze upon the moon
Seeing beautiful sunrays upon the moon.
All alone still
Because lack of will
Has universal truth
Being measured in mass appeal.
Standing amidst the crowd
I would find
In the darkest corners of my mind,
A hollow place.
A place
For misplaced
Anger and frustration
Desperation
Grips my heart
And tangles me up in
Cobwebs of self-paradoxical
Paradigms.
Modern day escapism
And words that are too
Big to understand
Take my hand
And pretend you can't hear.
Because clearly, we don't
Belong here.
Too black for your own good,
To white for your old hood.
I thought they understood
What it meant to be excluded.
Secluded now,
and forever pissed off.
But even if I cry alone sometimes,
I will never get soft.
For Our fight is not with eachother
But with them.
You done replied to my write, and I just replied to yours.
