In the Land of the Blind

In the land of the blind the man with one eye is king, so I steer at life as I peer through a monocale.
I'm reminded what time will do,
So I waste not and put haste in its place as I trace my footsteps.

Everything is a cycle,
Learn from mistakes of the past so they dont repeat.
Take life by the horns there's no retreat.
Take the devil by horns so I don't feel that heat.
Told through knowledge I'll gain understanding,
Through understanding I'll gain patience.

So I'm patiently waiting to understand this knowledge I'm taking in.
Forced to look with in and witness the man I've became,
The King I'm becoming.
They say the road we choose to aviod our destiny is usually the road we need to travel to obtain it.
So the whole time I've been changing directions from this road and that,
In reality my destiny I claimed it.

Blessed with the power of speech to reach in the subconcious and teach how to see with the third eye.
Realize in order to chase a dream you must first understand its postion,
Define its symmetry.

And knowing that my pen and I are different halves of the same coin,
I've made him my enemy and so I pursue it.
Not literally, but I mean it metaphorically so I don't lose it.
Focus of my thoughts,
And the knowledge to teach.
So my pen and I constantly fight,
Never giving into defeat.

My pen and I,
We go to battle with no sight of ever ending.
Some days he lose,
Other days he's winning.
I try to write in cursive,
But he likes printing.
Little shit we do to maintain the bickering.

But my pen,
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
You see, together we create our own image of an imperfect girl.
A mislead boy,
A scornful woman with an ironic twist deployed,
So we name her joy.

A man who never grew into his image he portray.
Trying to keep up with the times,
But keep saying,
Man back in the day...
We create a vision of viberations that only the blind can see,
Feel me?
Forming into one unit.
Giving definition to unity.

My pen is my enemy.
We're connected like hand to wrist.
Creating a balance of yin and yang.
Infinitely we exist,
To create lines, and conjure stories that dont relate to us;
But tells the story of the unjust,
The unloved,
The unheard,
The unseen.

Making us a vessel to translate the message of defered dreams.
Secrets never told,
Just heard through a whimper of some little girl crying in her pillow till she cant remember.
They drown her thoughts making it seem like some goulish nightmare,
But the visions still hunt her as she says her prayer.

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Lord take me away from my grief.
She don't listen when I speak.
Told her at night her man still creep,
In my room sneaking between my sheets.
But she ignores my gestures.
Said he would never disrespect her,
Or me the way I proclaim.
Still didn't believe me when I showed her the blood stains.

I know to take my life is a sin.
But lord this battle I cant win.
I want out from this insanity,
I cant sleep.
Keep thinking about his hands on me.
Told me if its true its my own fault.
Shouldn't wear the clothes I wear,
Said my body I flaunt.
I taunt when she not there,
That I'm just a whore.

I'm an empty vessel lord.
I cant cry no more.
I'm numb to the world around me.
I'll never trust another man,
Never will I know love,
Those dreams they smothered.
I realize now I'm stuck living with a part-time mother.
But she's not alone.
Witness as I take you to Keyanna who just ran away from home.

Shes out on her own with no where to go.
A father less daughter, and labled a hoe.
Out for fast cash, so she shakes her ass. Favorite game is date rape so don't know who hit last.
Bringing a seed in this world and don't know what to do.
Getting high wearing tight clothes thinking that's cute.

Looking for love in all the wrong places.
And her heart has been hurt by so many different faces.
Her child is born and still she don't care.
Leaving her new born where ever she can,
Just to shake her rear.

Hard to find a job with no education. Background is shady so there's always hesitation.
Out on the street griding that rock. Toting a baby nine and running from the cops.
Everyday she's living in shame.
What's fucked up even more, her baby was born with no name.

Ever since she was born her life's been false.
Look out there goes a black girl lost...

Pause.

To many of our princesses have fallen without knowning the joys of being a Queen.
Because would be Kings don't understand their names,
And destroy the spirits of our wisdom.
Reducing them to a shiloette of their former seleves,
Till they no longer know their worth and curse their birth,
And become another sad line in my verse.

A change has to come,
But I cant see it.
Life is just a glitch in the matrix.
Constantly being repeated.
And if we dont pay attention to this de ja vu,
We're gona be stuck experincing what we already went through.

Not taking heed to the lessons,
And the reason its being repeated.
In the end we wont have to worry about Willie Lynch's speech.
Its our own fault we're deleted.