Grew

ain't been jammed up      
in over two years    
     
grew out the broke Bic    
straightrazor Caesar cut    
that is the only one    
the block barber knows    
     
grew back the beard    
which was too quick      
to call a white boy scared    
where the "Allahu Akbar"s      
echo as often as streetside ballers      
asking to bum fifty cent soups    
     
outgrew the city      
     
was always too rowdy for them small streets    
and I like my loneliness honest    
     
grew into the days that last longer    
than the world ending every hour    
and the lagging stretch behind it    
     
no longer apathetic    
I have to work truly hard    
and convincingly      
to not give a shit    
     
these days it's well earned    
     
and art for me happens      
in far different places    
than it used to    
     
it's in the spaces outside the studio    
before the artist stabs them