Fear of collegiate Aspirations
And footprints in the sand
Dreading concrete death
I live this life
Not to cohabitate
But to be worse than the best
I am not measured in grams
But of gemstones beyond the rest
Not happy about
Days of complete evil
Or fun in the land with Rudolph and
The misfit toys
Girls hold hands with, men
Who remind them of
My father who died before me
Blown dead in a staircase
Not for fun or loves sake
But to prove a point
Black power is not a way of life
It’s an asset
A child cries for his papa
Junkies to the end baby
Alright, alright, alright
Give me one moment to plead my case
I am not a sun of infinite pain
But instead a gathering
A ball of love and hope divine
Since I am my daddy’s son
I long to make my mother cry
Jesus cry loud and spare not
God send me your voice
I need to make booming echoes
In the ears of the parents
I am a trail of everlasting tears
Pull the trigger once
I meet my father in the plains
Pull twice
I watch my mother suffer for eternity
Can’t disappoint life
Rain on my parade of flesh
Little boy where’s he goin’
Come home
His father hugs him
His mother dies
Who’s wrong in this equation?