One who fears death is already dead It isn't until they no longer care about the treatory of living that they will take action . There is no living without risk just existence. Take that step from your comfort box and don't turn back,The path will be illuminated by mistakes , with out mistakes there is only darkness , lonliness and depression . Anxiety fills the mind as the polution fills the sky's.
Take action Don't be afraid Live each and every day .
Chock full in their rhymes are chimes about homicide Out of their minds, not realizing that it's fratricide Assisted genocide designed to stop the rise of a Black Messiah So many Judas, truth is that we're under constant fire
Wish I could inspire a change in the game to stop the fumbling We're constantly losing possession of lives and it's demoralizing Downright depressing how we're declining with each buck The sound of the weapon as more melanin gets chucked
Good day Bad day All the same Anyways Good week Bad week High highs Low lows It's all the same Every day Anyways Happier thoughts Then frustration wrought My heart from my head And in the nights I wished I were dead Happy days Anyways Happy thoughts Never thought I'd be so confusing My heart it is bruising Bad days Anyways Everyday Seems the same High highs Low lows Heavy blows No one knows the pain inside me
I find it extremely difficult at times to accept compliments Residual effects from being told I'm a worthless piece of excrement I know that it ain't fact but it remains in the back of my mind Like I'm tethered to it and can't get it to unwind or unbind
I grind to find peace of mind and I'm trying to be mentally well Often times, my mind puts me through psychological HELL But I hide it well like the man of steel is in my genetic code One point in time I wanted to fold but chose to stay bold
Hang your lips on mine Like the physical heat between us Could melt us together And make us one.
Meet my gaze With the fierceness of two Alphas Readying to tear each other to pieces, The melancholy song of a whippoorwill on a quiet summer night, And the hospitality of one's most agreeable sidewalk bench Or nights lost to youthful anguish When nowhere you knew Feels like the home You so deeply covet.
Trace my jawline, my collarbones, My sweet spots grown desolate As if I were dying before you ...