Time flies when u on dat high but reality often sits lurkin nearby da world often gets too cold so da only way to play it safe is u gotta keep a jacket on.. None da less im a king scorned often black balled by devils w/o horns.. So wat happens when i can no longer hold da fire from within start expressin da real tension dat got me here.. Im at a place of no fear and ill b damn if i turn dat quality in.. Im often living life without a care keepin myself on in a trans to advoid awkward stares.. Im just ventin i mean who da hell really cares just another victim of life who wasnt able to bare.. I often think of my fanaties, without regards to living lifes reality.. All da pressures of begin gud confuses me its like ppl want u off guard as dey slowly slide da knife into me.. Now where da fuck is da silver linning in dat somebody please explain dis to me?? God i puts dis in a prayer cause at dis time ur da only one dats understandin me.. Which im kool with dat.. Dey dnt gotta be a fan to see i just wish dey find sumthn else to do outside of understanding me.. God give me strength to keep my stance in faith and continue to believe cause trouble dont last always, dats wats my granny always said.. Noll God i aint complaining just choppin up so i can put my mind at ease.. I knew u would understand, i appreciate u begin here for my release, God im here no gimmics just da flesh of me moving thru da razors of life peelin away at me in all hopes dey make a prefect slave outta me.. I often go against da grain if its sumthn doesnt sit well on my brain so as a black man in america is freedom often dreamt of by many or lived by few?? IDK..
By: Croc
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Unheard Voice
PoetryA multitude of writings shedding a different Ray of light on various parts of life..
