I stand on the bank, the bank of freedom
And behold...
The person inside of me
is someone you try not to see...
Innocence is no excuse
Not in here...
The fire burns inside as the pain lives
In this world, hands are offered to take not to...
We do what we must
In order to survive...
Everyone at sometime in
there life needs...
I wish I had a normal life,
One initiated with loving tender care...
Living in a land, barren, stolen and raped,
exploiting hypocrisy like police brutality caught...
Our worlds flooded in blood and twisted...
I'll stay to the end, even though I hear the after...
I speak more Truth then ministers, so I'm dodging...
writing marathons exposing fake shit...
There are dark places people seldom go
Hidden in the recesses of their mind...
This life is strange, if not insane
Today I am crying, I may laugh tommorow...