You will never find your roots in the color of your skin or the place where your forefathers were born you will only find your roots Deep within a place where your Ancestors Never feared to Tread Could you
Will we ever meet again don't know where don't know when when our body's have decayed in some dreary shabby grave Will we ever see our friends see their light when they smile within this field that we Used to deny But now that we're dead we can see there's no end to what we could of done When we we're alive
To go outside while still aware to go beyond what you think is there you must travel the path deep inside your present form while looking where you tread on your personal path of regret for not doing all this before the system Surrounded you with Walls
Is it a not shame that the plastic hand of the selfy age is now in play where photos of your self are needed to keep the memory from bleeding Away It is the photos that are needed to keep away the blindness that is now fast becoming Every day where we are losing our ability to keep our self identity a selfy State of mind
Your presentation is amazing on the words that you speak calm and caressing comforting in your own belief that you know the minds of others when you speak about the emotions of those who are in need of an honest untrained opinion on what they think on the life that they live on the way that they treat the ones they are with Yet you stick to your training within the box of Academia within your mind you run though the list on the symptoms ...
Have we not become deaf on what our empathy Demands that we listen to what is being hidden to take that first faltering step on our own personal path to learn a little more to understand that our common sense logic that we sadly believe we know is only a stepping stone that is now fast becoming Irrelevant
Are we comfortable self identifying our self's with what is or what is not between our legs Are we comfortable self identifying our self's with the characters we watch on the box Yet we refuse to self identify our self's with empathy we only go so far with self identification as far as sympathy For the raped The beaten The enslaved The bewildered The confused Children In our own city's where most of us will not self identify our self's ...
Hello People where have we Gone hello People what have we Done we kept our peace deep within where our actions couldn't begin because we're chained to our training that lets no light in some of us we try to open our eyes but our fear is stronger then what we know is Right and we think of any excuse any excuse to say we cannot change even for our children as we build their cage
Is it not true that the words I care for you no matter the cost of my own well being no matter the consequences of the life that I live are not these words far stronger and deeper then those sad tired worn out bland words I love you