Thinking for Change.
I have hope and dreams, bullet riddle nightmares, as mothers cry for their sons, with pain filled voices and hopeless screams. I can't take it as the sorrows of tomorrow, has my heart busting at the seams. Flashing lights and bodies out lined in chalk, and it's my reality. not a script projected on a movie screen. Roll a blunt, snort a bag trying to escape the scenes. Eyes soaked praying to God. Asking the lord why we do such dreadful things. Death is the puppet master where I am from, a man with a gun in his hand, becomes a puppet and death controls the strings. Fathers in prisons doing push ups, instead of pushing their children on swings. Becoming imprisoned things, leaving Queens without their Kings. Yet I strive for greatness, cause I want to make a change. Our future dreams are burning, I want to put out the flames. I want to let my goals breathe, instead of let them drown in shame. I want the devil to forget me, and God to remember my name. It's like I'm playing chess in life but it's not game. It's been a long time since I gotten high, I let my addiction fly, so I could give life a try. I chosen to live and I am the reason why. I just sit and think of my past and how I just lived to die. And to all that I hurt I apologize, I let go of who I thought I was so the real me to materialize. I feel myself I feel my glow, I'm a King strong black and beautiful. Mind body and soul.