Depression is an emptiness that could never be filled.
Regardless of the cash, drugs, hoes, or food one tries to fill it with.
Depression is like drowning in the ocean.
With no one around to pull you up.
Depression makes normal tasks a chore.
Like smiling or getting out of bed for instance.
Depression is a broken heart that has been filled with betrayal, abandonment, and hate instead of love.
And just like Humpty Dumpty who knows when it’ll get put together again.
Depression can bring impulses to jump in front of cars or jump off bridges.
Depression is sadness that cannot always be expressed by tears.
Depression if not treated can lead to bad coping mechanisms to deal with it.
Depression doesn’t discriminate.
Depression is a wilderness.
Not sure which way to go.
With everything becoming treacherous.
Depression is like being on a tight rope.
Sometimes it can be hard to focus on the task at hand.
For fear can start to consume one’s soul.
Wondering if we fall,
Can we muster the strength to get back up?
Or plummet to their doom?

If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

When I was abused,
Would I have gotten help?
Instead of being refused,
They would’ve checked for the welts.
When I’d go shopping,
I wouldn’t worry about security flocking,
Checking on me, thinking I’m stealing.
Wondering when they’ll be kneeling,
On my throat, unable to keep breathing.
Becoming the next George Floyd.
But being native, it probably won’t be in the tabloids.
Oh ****, Canada may become annoyed.
Get over it, no longer will we be trapped in your void.
Our voices will be heard,
No longer will we be ignored.
So, if I got to stir some pots,
They’ll be stirred.
You may think it’s chaos,
But like they say, you live and die by the sword.

But...
If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

If I went missing,
Would they actually try to find me?
If I became homeless,
Would they actually lend me money?
Well they probably would if I were white,
Or if I was actually seen as a human with basic civil rights.
But sadly I’m native,
Someone that is seen as an inconvenient plight.
After 500 years you’d think, we wouldn’t continue being treated like parasites?
But if I was a foster child,
Would I be adopted?
If I was being threatened,
Would I be Protected?
Well they probably would if I were white,
Or if I was actually seen as a human with basic civil rights.
But sadly I’m native,
Someone that is seen as an inconvenient plight.
After 500 years you’d think, we wouldn’t continue being treated like parasites?

But...
If I was white,
Would they believe me?
If I was white,
Would they finally see me?

I’ve become addicted to an image,
I could never full grasp,
Heart is hollow,
With my mind spinning,
Running laps.
Wondering how long,
It’ll take for me to collapse.
Don’t tell me to relax,
I thought I was through all this ****,
But it comes back to haunt me,
On medication,
To dull out the empty.
The emptiness that lives inside.
That almost lead me down a path of suicide.
A shame embedded deep inside.
An anxiety that tried to hide.
Within a fake smile.
Telling you that I’m okay.
When I wasn’t.
I’m sorry for that.
My brain has become a tangled web.
And I’m not sure if I can untangle it.
It’s like the Two sides of my soul have been caught up in an entanglement.
****.

Addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Temptation was the ecstasy,
That left me in imprisonment.

Yeah I was addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Wonder I could snap back to reality.
And beat this ****?

It’s like every-time I try to escape,
I end up having a relapse,
Who knew that lust packs a punch?
That has turned my brain to mush,
That is always looking for a rush,
Can this stain on my heart,
Ever be washed?
I ask myself,
As I sit and wonder,
For one can hibernate all they want,
But that doesn’t take away the hunger.
Wish I wasn’t so foolish when I was younger.
For when I look in the mirror now,
All I see is a monster.
Was taught respect women,
Yet here I am an imposter.
That if he’s honest,
Doesn’t even honour himself.
Is told he is amazing and funny.
Yet he can’t see his own wealth.
If only people could see his struggles with mental health.
And the trauma that has been dealt.
Which doesn’t excuse the behaviour,
Of a sinner who is...

Addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Temptation was the ecstasy,
That left me in imprisonment.

Yeah I was addicted to a fantasy.
That used to look innocent.
Wonder I could snap back to reality.
And beat this ****?

Hook:
If I don’t take care of myself,
Imma burn out,
If I can’t distress,
Imma have to get the blunt out.
(X2)

Verse 1:
My minds playing tricks,
Got me in a bind; need a fix.
For my hearts in a twist,
Swirling all directions,
Like a tornado I seem to drift,
In and out a state of bliss.
Shut my eyes,
And lock lips,
With the temptress.
An allure I can’t resist.
Even if I want to quit.
Yeah got my mind playing tricks,
Got me in a bind; need a fix.

Hook:
If I don’t take care of myself,
Imma burn out,
If I can’t distress,
Imma have to get the blunt out.
(X2)

Got my mind playing tricks,
Got in a bind; need a fix.
Like an imposter, I need to vent.
Why can’t I just forget?
The debt which persists.
On my heart, that’s is caged like a convict.
Why can’t I escape this nonsense?
Is it because of the guilt of my conscience?
That desperately wants to be honest.
But instead I down a ***** tonic.
Why can’t I be strong enough to fight this?
I just want to keep my promise.
To demolish all this foulness.
For...

Hook:
If I don’t take care of myself,
Imma burn out,
If I can’t distress,
Imma have to get the blunt out.
(X2)

They strip us from our homes,
Tear up all our clothes.
Cutting up our hair, which was our strength.
Washing away our disease, for heaven’s sake.
Beat us for speaking our language.
And if we revolt they lock us away in cages.
Is there hope for a better life?
When we are still looked at as savages?
Watching as sisters end up missing.
Watching as brothers end up on the streets tweaking.
Is there hope for a better life?
When we are still looked at as the problem?
Watching fathers sip the fire water, get angry and start the beating.
Watching mothers grow submissive to the patriarchy prison.
Is there hope for a better life?
With the barriers that still exist within our society’s system?

A sickly reaction,
That causes some caution.
Where brains have snapped like twigs.
A death as sweet as a fig.

In the hollow night,
Where the true terrors hide in plain sight.
A gripping despair,
With the inner monster appearing in the mirror.

A devilish figure,
With fingers sharper,
Than the sickle of the grim reaper.

As it draws closer.
Flowers wither.
As it draws closer.
Ready to devour my fear.
That to him is a gravy type flavour.

As I stare into its bottomless abyss for eyes.
I hear other souls that have been consumed cry.
As I stare into those dismal eyes.
I know I can’t escape.
For it’s presence leaves me paralyzed.

With a breath that blankets me,
In a cold embrace.
As its shadow slowly consumes me.
My last thought lingers inside my happy place.

Looking at my community,
Wondering where I could help.
Trying to break through barriers,
That has tried to maintain my invisibility.
But I refuse to play the cards I’ve been dealt.
In a rigged system that is defined by wealth.
Leaving the rest in poverty,
Struggling with trauma and mental health.

As I look at my community,
And I can see the disparity.
With a division that existed for centuries.
That slaughters and enslaves,
In the name of prosperity.
With many caged or beaten,
For speaking out against normative society.

When the community looks at me,
They only see the savagery.
An inconvenient Indian,
A unsanitary revulsion,
Or as an enemy.
But if only they took the time,
To actually know me.

Looking at my community,
While covered up in chains,
Was spit out, abandoned and gaged.
Engulfed my hope like it was a flame.
Left in a darkness of guilt and shame.
While also being scapegoated as the one to blame.

So, that is why I strive for change.
No matter the obstacles,
I will progress through all this pain.
I am not an animal,
I will not be tamed.
I am human not just a number or a name.

I will fight and support those who were just like me.
It doesn’t matter if they are allies, treaty or Metis.
I will do my best to fight for thee.
For the past does not define us,
So, let’s stand together towards justice.

Our future will be bright,
So, long as am still breathing I will never lose sight.
Like my ancestors before me who sacrificed everything for our rights,
I refuse to let their sacrifice be in vain.
I refuse to stay idle.
I refuse to stay silent.
I refuse to be a victim.
But I do choose to be victor!

Once we were chained,
Once we were slain,
It was our skin to blame.
A pride turned into shame.
Looked at as beasts to tame.
Scapegoated as the ones to blame.
A land once free,
A land ***** in the name of religious prosperity.
Running red to fill the wine of bellies.
That treated our race like a felony.
Trying to wash away the shame,
But the colour won’t come off of thee.
However, no longer will we.
Remain idle or Stay silent.
No longer will we,
Watch as our brothers and sisters end up missing or killed.
No longer will we,
Let history repeat itself.
For we are on this earth together.
We are all humans.
No one is lesser or superior than another.
So, let’s work together towards a better future.

Starving for a lost knowledge,
Invisible to those with privilege,
Wanting support, needing a hand up,
Need a balance for my core, without looking for handouts.
Need acceptance, in a world where I face rejection.
Wanting knowledge to use as a weapon against discrimination.

Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

Father was all out of love,
But I grew accustomed to it,
Was caged like a dove,
Till I broke through it.
Shattered the glass ceiling,
Because I said ***** it.
My heart was reeling,
Got married then divorced before I knew it.
Wish I could leave it all behind,
But my trauma keeps me stuck in it.
Sometimes I wish I could rewind,
The time my heart took leadership from my mind.
For I always was chasing love because I never had it,
Thought I found the perfect magician but now all I’m left with is a rabbit.
With negative self talk becoming a habit.
If looking for love was a drug,
I’d be a crack addict.
For my self-worth was mugged,
Got my swerving into oncoming traffic.
At least then my death could be like my birth; ******* tragic.

For I’m...
Struggling with love,
As I fumble through it,
Not fully sure if there is a man above.
But I’ll get through it.

In all the commotion,
You just got to grove on down,
No lack for motion.
Speeding on by, like a locomotive.

Got to let those blues,
Be subdued,
Indulge in the groove,
It will uplift your mood.

In a world so divided,
Let love move you forward.
You got to find the composition,
To find your own rhythm.

You just gotta...
Let those blues,
Be subdued,
Indulge in the groove,
It will uplift your mood.

Let the rhythm guide you,
Through the ups and downs,
Let the rhythm remind you,
With reassuring sounds.

A soft cloud blankets mountain.
A swirled frozen delight.
A wonderland of flavours.
A calming embrace.
That cools the mind.
And shivers the spine.
A dish that must’ve been created by the Devine.

Lord hold me.
For I feel weak.
Lord help me.
I can’t even speak.

The words of my heart are scattered,
They say you care for me more than the birds,
Yet I’m bruised and battered.
I’m so weary and scared.
Stripped bare,
To the bone.
Sometimes I feel so alone.
Had so much pride,
But now I’ve fallen like Rome.
Had thoughts of suicide,
Wanted to put a gun to my dome.
I was so angry and depressed,
Wondering why you wouldn’t give me rest.
If this were a test,
I can’t really say I’ve done my best.
For my flesh is weak,
Got me sinning every day of the week.
Wondering how I could enter church,
With ***** feet?
And I’m sorry lord,
That all I seem to do is complain and weep.
But it feels like I’m a lost sheep.
It like I’ve been rowing in a river,
While my boat leaks.
Pretending that my own hubris doesn’t reek.
As I’m cursing your name,
While viewing salvation like it was an antique.

Lord hold me.
For I feel weak.
Lord help me.
I can’t even speak.

The thoughts in my mind grow murky,
Drinking fire water but yet I’m still thirsty,
Thinking I can quench this thirst,
With *******.
Believing I can quench this thirst,
Without you there filling me.
With your love, joy and peace.
God help me be released.
From this beast,
That eats away at my soul.
Tricking me like I’m a fool.
And for the longest time I was a fool,
For faking myself in order to fit in with what society says is cool.
Started breaking rules,
Hanging out with friends who always be skipping school,
As I yearned for acceptance.
So, I shook hands with the temptress.
Dancing around in circles,
Avoiding any progress.
Was too dizzy to focus,
Giving up my blessings to the locusts.
As I grew hopeless,
You renewed my purpose.
Knowing that all along...

You were holding me,
When I was weak.
You were helping me.
Giving me the chance to speak.
Life into death.
So, Lord May I never lose sight,
As long as I have breath.

Lord when I feel the weight,
I wonder when I’ll break?
Lord what will it take?
For you to wake?

You tell me to rise,
When I’m fallen,
As I’m lusting looking at women’s thighs,
You’re still calling.
Waiting for me to open the door,
But I’m too busy with the allure,
With a heart anything but pure,
Looking for the cure,
When the cure has always been there.
Which makes me wonder how you could still care,
For a barren hollow dragon stuck in his lair,
Who has it all but still thinks it isn’t fair.
As he does his own thing refusing to let you steer,
Driving while drinking beer,
Was like a deer in the headlights,
Veering off into the night life,
Making choices without hindsight.
High as a kite,
Losing sight of what’s right.
Sin sure is a plight,
Believing I could reach them heights,
Without the eternal light.

As I’m feeling the weight,
Of my mistakes.
Wondering when I’ll break.
Lord what will it take?
For you to wake?

As I need divine intervention,
For the seeds I’ve sown have reaped infection.
That has made me question.
If life truly is a blessing.
As I’m stressing,
With struggles pressing,
The enemy is hitting hard,
With some boundaries blocking me from moving forward.
And my oppressors stabbing me behind my back like cowards.
But without you God I have no power,
Without you,
I Felt like Aragon kicking a helmet in the scene from two towers,
So, even though I feel under fire,
And things seem dire,
I pray that my desires,
Would honour you sire.
And if I should prosper,
I shall put it towards your empire.
And Lord though I may quake,
I hope that you can make,
This broken frame into a beautiful portrait.

So, in the times where I feel the weight,
Thinking I will break,
Wondering what it will take,
For you to wake.
I pray that I am reminded that you helped me escape.
So, when the day comes, when I reach those heavenly gates.
I shall await.
“To hear well done, good and faithful servant.”

A nervous gitty feeling in my chest,
A feeling of butterflies.
When I see her my world stops.
Trying to find the courage to ask her out.
But not sure how as my dad was never around.
To teach me “how to be a man”.
Even when he is anything but...

However, I can’t help but too daydream,
Of a version who isn’t afraid to be vulnerable.
A person unafraid of rejection.
Because it feels like rejection is all that I know.

The only person who had my back is my mother,
Through my darkest of times,
And my highest of highs.
Teaching me to be myself and treat women with respect.

So, who knows maybe that is the only advise I need.
To gather strength to ask coffee girl out.
Yes, I don’t even know her name.
Nor she know mine.

But I gotta step up,
And take that step,
Even if I can’t see the bridge.
I’m willing to take that leap of faith.

Light peaks through the darkness,
Shadows steadily retreat,
Peace returns.
A calm drifts softly down,
Like rose petals.
From a tree wiser than all my years combined.

Such sweet nectar,
Wealthier than all the gold in Asgard.
Such beautiful blossoms.
One of the many forms of wisdom.
Grown from light and darkness.
What fruit will I harness?
What blossoms shall I possess?

Dark spectres enter my minds ear.
Trying to induce fear.
Lustful temptations mixed up within desires.
Dark inclinations intrigues my fascinations,
Warped expectations bleed over other sensations.
Heart palpitations steadily increasing anticipating satisfaction.
A Marked destination that looks like desirable vacation.
However, all that’s lies ahead is suffocation and destruction.
Grass always looks greener on the other side.
But why do those that have it, sometimes commit suicide?
Maybe our emptiness inside can never truly be satisfied?
There are no easy ways or any room for compromise.
Just dark inclinations racing in the mind,
As many try to find.
A light to guide.
Them through the toxic vines.
That try to confine.
For if ya don’t move forward,
You’ll start dying.
Because if you stop trying.
You’ll be lying.
In a bed of roses,
Roses filled with a dosage of regret, shame, guilt and unattended offences.

Pain comes in two forms.
The physical and the internal.
So, externally a person can look happy,
But internally they may be crying.
What you choose to do with pain is up to you.
You can either let it fester inside of you or you can see it as a learning opportunity.
However, letting pain fester will not only hurt you but the ones you love.
For pain can turn into envy, hate, pride, hardened hearts, offence, and victimization.
Pain can also turn one towards addictions to drown out the pain.
But no matter how hard people try to drown out pain it will never satisfy.
But wisdom from pain can lead to change, healing, empathy, love, openness, and what some call “truth bombs”.
Pain can also motivate one to work harder or exercise in order to be strong enough to face any storm that may come.
You can either stay stuck in your pain,
Or you can move forward.

Suffering silently smelling sulfur.
Sliding steadily; shelter shaken.
Seldom staredown, singing selfish songs.
Sickly sociopath; studies stooges.
Soft sight; spotless simpleton.
Sets suns, shapes shadows.
Seldom shows sentimental secrets.
Sips spirits, sainthood slain.

This goes out to my favourite aunty, I love you, and I hope you don’t get upset that I’m going to talk about you taking lots of pills.  
I just want you to know that you matter to me, and I don’t hate you, it’s just I don’t like what the drugs have done to you.
So without further delay, here we go.

Yeah, aunty and me had so many good times through the years,
But when you got hooked on pills, you changed and it puts me to tears.
You're so strong and powerful, but now you forget things, and you wobble when you walk.
I know you’ve heard it all before but it hurts me to see you struggling to walk.
Always be giving me money, even if I don’t want or need it, but you say I’m a growing boy and that I should keep it.
Got me hooked to creamers, that day we were at a bus stop on the north side, got so many ***** looks because it was in a brown paper bag that we gleefully drank and didn’t attempt to hide.

People always wonder why I don’t do drugs or have a problem with it, so I tell em that I seen the horrible effects it has put on my family and that I will never roll with it.
Plus I hate the smell of smokes or ****, ever since I was born man, I knew it was something that I didn’t want or need.
Coping mechanisms, drowning down reality in toilet, life is hard man.
I don’t judge anyone that turns to drugs as a safety net.
I’m just saying that it will hurt you and your family if continue doing it.
You might end up in jail, get your kids taken away, or end up in the grave when you choose to give into it.
Addictions are hard to fight, and get out of...
You can even start to forget about what really matters,
As you are so selfish or desperate to get your fix,
Not caring how many snakes you battle or how much you have to climb those ladders.
Popping pills, rolling up, drinking till you pass out, why do addictions have to be so deceptively beautiful?

But end up so disastrous that you’ll end up in an endless cycle that you may never get out.
Society does not help either, they say it’s ok and good to get high; to sleep with whatever or whoever.
With the lie's that say "it’ll never happen to you",
"You’re invincible,"
"Just enjoy that moment, that everlasting high."
"Drink and party, buy that brand new Ferrari with your credit card, you don’t have to pay right now."
Spending until you can never pay it back, wondering how you ended up in debt and what to do now.
Ancestors died for freedom, we dying for peace and momentary happiness.
Not knowing how to adult or deal with you’re endless depression and sadness.
Plus the Government won’t help you,
Invisible hand is an imaginary deserter,
Watching as you slowly push away your friends and family away for that high.

Not everyone grows up in the best of situations,
But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to make yourself live in a better situation.
It’s your life, your choices, your consequences, and I should know because I had to deal with my selfless ideas and their enviable consequences.
My auntie’s, uncles and my dad’s mom died when they were young, and their dad was in jail.
They had to find food and shelter to survive, and I bet that was a hard thing to do when your so young.
Not surprising though, being that the residential schools did a number on native people.
Which left the next generation not knowing how to be real authentic loving people.
I will never know that kind of struggle,
But I know that we start that change by working on ourselves,  
Before we can try to heal the next generation.
Instead of sulking in what has transpired in the past.

We must move forward.  
We must do something about it, so that it can be better.
Idle no more, speaking out, becoming a person, intergrading with other cultures again.
That’s how you can stand out.
Nothing will change if don’t do anything to change it.
Know your worth, and believe that you're worth it.
Don’t become just another stereotype or statistic!
Strive to be more than what others think;
Nothing is impossible as long as you stay optimistic.

Welcome to the jungle, t-dogg and me be going prehistoric on this **** so get ready to rumble.
Now Dumbo, please excuse me for being blunt, but I will not be seen with precocious little runts.
I'm just here to stunt, this is not a front, so back off because I am not a man to confront.
I'm on the hunt for real people to be on my team, not fakers or sell outs that have as much taste in music as a Lima bean.
I'm pretty keen on that, so better lean on back if I deem you as just another phony hack.
Independent future star, classy j the future class, better believe that I will make it far.
Blasting off like a shooting star, just getting started yet I'm already setting the bar.
Native and proud, standing up and helping my people's voices finally make some sound.
So get on up, and be loud, don’t let people shut you down, never let yourself be deceived by wicked clowns.

(T-dogg)
I hear you classy j, loud and clear, and I hope the day draws near for people to just love and not hate or fear.
When in the jungle, things can become real trouble, and the whole system can turn to rubble.
Sometimes your best bet is to only trust in you, because people are fickle,
And if your not careful they will ***** with you.
There is a lot of change to go through, don't let others or yourself cage you in like you was in a zoo.
Be free; never ever lose sight of who you want to be.
This is your shot, your moment, your opportunity;
I believe everyone got it in himself or herself to help rebuild not just themselves but also their community.
The jungle can thrive; we just need to come alive.
We just need to take a chance, after all isn’t life just one big dance?
So come on and pull up your pants, time to shake things up;
I believe that this life we live, weren’t given to us just by chance.

(Classy J)
This is the jungle; all are welcome here to thrive, because we as humans need each other to survive.
Not a time to point fingers, not a time to let offense continue to linger. This is a time to be a singer, a time to be dreamer, and a time to be a speaker.
You can do it, you just have to be an eager believer.
Rise up, time is never up, who cares if you fail once or twice as long as you never give up.
Raise the meter, you will never get what you truly want and be happy with it if you become a cheater.
You can try to cheat life, but you can’t cheat death, you just have to go step-by-step, and breath-by-breath.
Keep moving; keep grooving, with a positive attitude I believe your mood and self-esteem will keep on improving.
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to a fresh start, don’t get pig headed, and please keep yourself a humbled heart.

Blooming blossoms glide through the wind at the Muttart.
Tasting different cultures food at the taste of Edmonton or at the heritage festival.  
Enjoying Christmas lights at the legislature grounds.

Cheering on our Edmonton teams; and avoiding all the construction.
Jamming along to folk tunes at the folk festival.
Shopping or going on rides at West Edmonton Mall

This is the paradise city, ‘‘so take me down the Cadillac city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. ‘’
Proud to have once called Edmonton my home.
Proud to be Canadian.

After school aftermath time to change up our current habitat.
After school rhyming like fools, but **** us ******* if we don't act like tools.
There are times where a person has to forget how to give a ****,
And times where you have to make sure that people understand that life truly *****.
No more morals, I will no longer be loyal, strapping on my aluminum hat made out of tin foil.
Everything is a conspiracy, but no one wants to listen to me; Too bad that they don't see that we live in the matrix, everyone is plugged into a false reality.
Son from Zion, son made of ions, forcing out the machines with my inner midi-chlorian.
Fe-fi-fo-phom goliath you ain't got none son,
All you got is fists and I have a fully automatic tommy gun. Pow pow shot down, all them haters I will shoot down, because to me all you phonies are a bunch of demented clowns.

Yeah, uh.
Hexagon be going in to this beat, so this is not a time to be taking your seats.
After school aftermath I'll be rhyming all the time like a boss,
In this injustice of a land that nails anyone who speaks out about it onto a cross.
For shame son, I won't be a part of you're little game Mon,
After school aftermath our rap team be representing the nation.
So while the rest of you lost souls be stationed in you're incongruently warped minds,
I'll be taking my time writing these real deep filled lines.
Ok hold up for a minute, I promise I let yawl finish, but I don't think any argument you may have against us would be legitimate.
As many of yawl are stuck in a regimented mindset for the government’s benefit.
We be stressing on real deals, we be giving out hope to people to help them deal with their messed up ordeals.
Can you feel the decay of the system we live in?
But there is still time to change it in our favor so we can win.  
After school aftermath time to get out the war drums and the trumpets, this is a time to be chaotic instead of being a dainty mistress like Ms. Muppet.
It’s about time we say **** it!
This is a time for change, this is a time to be strange, and this is a time to write a new page.
This is a time to rearrange our thinking,
Cause our society is like the Titanic because we be sinking.
We are better than this,
And though there may never be bliss,
I will be remised,
If never we really tried to at least take risks.
I believe that we would no longer be slowly sinking in this world that is stinking.

Yo, t-dogg is in the house are guys ready?
Let's go off,
Cause I really want to go off,
It’s time for the blow off,
That’s burns brightly like a Molotov,
To all you haters that are still out there can *******.
It is Mr. Supra HD you bet your ***** me and Classy J are super indeed.
Going straight for the knees,
Got no time for your petty pleas,
This is the after school aftermathso you bet we be running even it’s a 100 decrees,
This is real rap so bet we won’t keep it simple and clean.
Got to roll up them sleeves,
And set sail for sea,  
In a world full of boy toys we refuse to sell out,
End up in jail needing bailouts.  
Classy j and Hexagon and me be the stand outs,
Saving rap because if I’m honest it’s been in a drought.
So, although yawl might treat like Dumbo’s
We hit you with that Konami Code, Wambo Combo!
Going in like Rambo, Never running out ammo,
Stealth **** like the Predator even if you’re wearing Cammo.
Want some advice, don't mess with us, Stay in your lane and avoid the fuss.

Let's take it back to my old city,
It may be not that pretty,
But I'll stick with it, even when I’m sick of it,
Original Canadian that writes poems that pull you in just like a hypnotist.
You can't get with this,
For my penmanship is that of a novelist.
Started from humble beginnings doing shifts,
As a dish washer and I hated it,
As I was getting verbally assaulted daily by management.
Maybe that’s where I began to hate the establishment.
That could only view me as one of the savages.
Getting in fights at schools, leaving in bandages.
Maybe that’s why I became an activist.
With an active list.
Of changes that I see fit.
Just a young kid that grew up in E-town,
That got into the rap thing since grade seven,  
As I needed something to release all my pent up aggression. An artistic kid, treated as an autistic kid.
That was never understood so he always hid.
Searching for an outlook in.
Wondering if it was possible to whiten up my skin.
To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it,
hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit.
I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggies or geeks;
I never fit in, a Christian kid made fun of because he was a Jesus freak.
That's why I get mad or question God;
Wondering where was God,
Can he truly help me when I feel caved in?
The world took me in,
To a life filled with so much sin,
I had lost my way, in a world that I thought decayed,
Leaving me astray as a slave.
I see it as I walk through out the day.
The fear in peoples eyes but I just wanted to play.
I just wanted a place to stay.
Where everything could be okay.
Trying to find the line,
What is it that divides?
Searching for the truth,
What is it that makes me-me?
I just want to flee, to escape reality.
I never chose to live; I never chose to be this way,
Living an existence full of foul play.
I worked hard to change myself,
Hoping the world would follow.
But it never did, people have made their bed.
It always goes to the highest bid.
For money speaks more to the hearts of men.
A materialistic love drenched in sin.
We treat it like it's worth something, but to me it's ugly.
It symbolizes separation between the poor and the rich;
With no time for those who don't make it.
It's time to say enough is enough,
And stop having our head up our ***** and grow up.
It's our choice to make life better, so what if there is pressure?
We can get through it together.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

Alright,
Imma start running off these pounds,
But not for you bunch of jackals,
Imma start making them rounds,
Shooting up anyone at the table that dare call me an apple.
I am here because I want to be,
The only reason I do anything.
Can you even keep up with me?
Cause this ****, I don’t do for free!
I’m not about to slow down and wait to see.
As I go from A to B.
You can try to attempt to come along with me,
However, I came too far to stop now,
Taking out these fraudulent clowns.
I can’t wait for some burning bush to tell me where to go,
Yeah I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere,
Because, it would take me forty more years to go.
Yeah I’ll do my own thing,
So, when I do become big,
You’ll see that I did indeed achieve everything.
Truth is I don’t even care if I make it;
I just want to take it,
As far it can go.
Doing show after show.
That just how I roll.
Then people start questioning,
But I aint got time bro!
In a falsified world, where rappers demean and objectify women and girls.
I will not forfeit.
As my producer is telling me to change the subject.
But I know my words are worth it.
And though this world is not perfect.
It is something that I will protect.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

To be clear we are entitled to nothing,
we don’t deserve anything,
Especially not some fifty thousand dollar engagement ring.
Are you humbled now?
Probably not,
You’re probably still thinking you so fresh and tardy as an apricot.
You can count on me unlike the government,
Cause unlike them I am honest and sincere in my testament.
So you may be fresh,
But one of these days you’re going to be real messed up,
Drunk or high in some dumpster in Bangladesh.
Knowing that you really ****** up.
Good people die, bad people die,
Material minds with finical eyes,
Seeing things as symmetrical,
What ever happened to being ethical?
Tell me why do people have to be so one-dimensional?
Goody two shoes like Hansel and Gretel,
Imma bout to boil you in my kettle,
For I am evil like a witch,
Leave ya covered up in stitches.
Or maybe I’ll just leave yawl in the ditch!
Or swimming with the fishes.
For fear is a tool, that keeps fools under control,
You think you free when you vote at those polls.
But really you're just stuck in mouse trap that feeds into the governments goals.
And although society has never once accepted me,
I will use my nightmares to bring therapy,
Woven into words that will last longer than me.
It’s survival of the fittest,
And the world is run by the richest,
Those that also run ******* rings in front of the masses,
Is this truly worth our taxes?
But who can bring justice?
Regular people like you and me who stand up and say **** this.
For I’m tired that the same ones that wear badges,
Be the same ones that be killing us.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

Drip, drip, drip.
Sip after sip after sip,
Drowning in a regret,
A stench that breathes desperation.

Drip, drip, drip.
Sip after sip after sip,
Slurring, muttering gibberish.
With some spiteful vinegar.
A sharp knife that digs in the skin of loved ones.

Puff, puff, puff.
Watching you drift, drift, drift.
Till the lungs turn black.
No turning back.

Praying, praying, praying.
Seeing the pain in your eyes.
With regret that clings like a noose to your neck.
It’s can be hard dealing with an addict.
Especially when they are your parent.

Seeing, how addiction has truly affected my family.
Unable to change their behaviour.
Only having the ability to watch as they are consumed with numbing.
But never satisfied once they come back to reality.
So, they stick with it because it becomes their only comfort.
A blanket in a world so cold.

Watching, listening, crying.
On my knees forgiving for the pain you inflicted me with.
A guy who hates his father,
When he’s exactly like him!
But I refuse to let offence, anger and pain spiral me into a position.
Of victimization.
Where my kid dismisses me or hates me.
And although I love my Father,
That doesn’t mean I have to always like him.

I remember when people said love is like a connection,
Back in December I met a girl that gave me affection.
Back then I fell hard, blinded from detection.
Thought this girls heart needed protection.
Who knew it was my heart that needed protection from her deception.
Had open wounds and she was the infection.
Left me for dead,
As regret shoots out bullets into my head.
But I made my bed,
So as I’m fed..
To the lions,
I wonder if shall enter Zion.
But because I can’t let bygones be bygones,
With an anger that burns hotter than the sun.
I’ll probably end up down under,
So, as I enter with Mr. Grim Reaper,
To a place where the devil plunders,
Souls of unbelievers.
I wonder,
Will I one day meet that witch down here?

They say love is a four letter word,
Who knew four letters could mean so much, but also so little.
With love it’s as if one has the power to move mountains.
But without love we are empty.
A emptiness that can quickly fill with hate.
Don’t make a mistake,
When you take or give love.
Sometimes intentions speak louder than words.
Love isn’t just a feeling but an action.
May I ask what your using it for?
Is for your own gain?
Let me tell you that even if you attain the acclaim to fame.
You won’t be satisfied.
Why?
Because you can’t force affection,
Only buy it.
But that makes the affection meaningless.
It cannot make you whole,
But it can make you more bitter.
Till the four letters that once spelled love,
Now spell dead.
Because the pressure to fake was too much,
You can have the whole world but it’ll never be enough.
Because at the end of the day,
All you really want is true love.
A love that don’t discriminate.
A love that won’t fail.
A warm embrace,
When you’re falling apart.
To hear the words “I’m proud of you”.
Instead of “you’re nothing more than a disappointment.”
To having a family that would move heaven and earth to see you.
Instead of alcoholics that constantly beat you.
To have friends that have your back,
Instead of deceiving, or using you.
That real love.
So, though it may be four letters.
It’s the difference between life and death.

As waves crash,
And leafs change.
As rain drops.
And winds blow.
Time is fleeting.

As the sun rises,
And deer skip.
As the sun sets.
And moon shines.
Time is precious.

As we grow old,
And our kids have kids,
As we die,
And are reborn.
Time begins anew.

Echoes of ghostly spectres.
Haunted willows trenched in terror.
Smearing smiles with blackened sulphur.
Beckoning all that dare to wonder.

Cast your sins and pray for mercy.
Instead of casting stones like some Pharisee.
Beware the seas when they turn ******.
Trials and tribulations more terrible than Monday’s.

Death the only thing that awaits.
Wondering if you’ll see the pearly gates.
As shadows bubble in the lake.
Creepy music, where monsters wait.

Somber melody,
Call to adventure,
To perilous paths.
And calm rivers.

A song of love and pain,
The duality of humanity.
In every truth there be life,
In every lie there be only death.

Choose wisely young traveller.
For fools lie with fools.
They steal their fill but are never quenched.
Forever starving for something beyond their reach.

The wise be with the wise.
They help even when penniless.
Forever striving to improve and build.
A world in which all may rest without worry.

Sweet whispers, flutter in ears.
A gentle breeze wonders near.
Guided by spirits.

A tranquil embrace.
That shelters from fear.
Soon a path becomes clear.

Follow the whispers.
Through the trees.
Light instilled in serenity.

To a home meant for me.
A place that is like a dream.
So I rest forevermore.

Sometimes my mind feels trapped in a fog,
A fog filled with guilt and shame.
A fog that seemed so pure,
When I was insecure.
I couldn’t escape the allure.
Of the mature.
A lust that only took,
Leaving me empty.
It was like a crook,
Robbed and stabbed me.
Was left wounded, bleeding badly.
Felt so ashamed, that I isolated from friends and family.
Which then spiralled me into a depression,
I was so suicidal, went to church but gave no confession.
For how could I talk to God,
When I felt like a demon?
How could I say I respected women,
When I was fiending?
With toxic desires,
That drove fast like street cars.
My soul felt like it was on fire,
And in the mirror all I saw was a monster.
Wondering if it isn’t too late to turn back,
After my red heart turned black.
For I’ve been so lost in this fog for so long,
Searching for hope to keep moving on.
While also praying for strength to hold on.
But every day it’s a struggle,
With a new hurdle.
And sometimes I still fall flat on my face,
But life is a journey, and I will finish this race!
No longer will I let this fog keep me in place,
No longer will I let myself be as fragile as a vase.
For I know my worth,
And I have faith.
That this demon can become an angel once again.

The wind goes and flows,
Sometimes it just pulls and rips,
Like waves of the ocean,
Not really sure what you’re going to get.
The wind can plant a soft kiss,
Then the next moment spread lies real quick.
The wind can roar like a lion but go out with a whisper.
The wind a phenomenon that can’t be captured.
But felt, heard, and smelt.
Is the wind truly real?

However,
I am jealous of the wind.
I long to be as free as the wind.
With no cares.
To glide through the sky.
Where time passes by, but I don’t age.
The wind, where does it come from?
Where does it go?
Oh, the adventures the wind must experience.
To explore without boundaries.
Or have to face discrimination.
I am so envious of the wind.

I tried calling but you don’t seem to be there,
Perhaps you don’t care.
As I sit here in despair.
Lost it all, now I’m bare.
Chained in shackles,
As the whips crackle,
Ripple across my flesh.
Wondering if this is a test.
It’s says that you give weary people rest.
Lying in dirt waiting to be blessed.
Waiting to be refreshed,
In your healing waters.
Anticipating your mercy,
When you bring down that ladder.
For I’m caged in regret,
Imprisoned by my shame.
As I’m squished by debt,
With only myself to blame.
Calling but no answer,
Getting persecuted so badly that I’m starting to long for the slaughter.
What I’d do to switch places with Job’s sons and daughters.
Why should an innocent man be ruined by spiteful two-faced accusers?
Whose lies that have placed me in grave danger.
And lord I’m trying my best not to be quick to anger.
So, I stay silent for your answer.
As life is temporary,
And your plans are far greater,
Far greater than that deserving of a commoner.
Like me.
May your grace shine down on me,
May you exceed abundantly all I can ask or think.
And may give strength where I am weak.
And may my sleep give me peace.
When I’m alone and things seem bleak.
May my tongue not taste defeat.
Provide me with water so that I may wash your feet.
For when there was famine,
You gave me wheat.
When I was freezing in the wilderness,
You provided shelter and heat.
So, although I am imprisoned.
I have already been released.
As long as you are with me,
No chains can hold me.
As long as you are with me,
The devil has no authority to **** me.
As long as I trust,
My enemies will be crushed.
But for now I wait,
For a timing so perfect.
But for now I wait,
Because I know it’ll be worth it.

Trying my best not to get mixed in with the wrong crowd,
Making choices to forget twisted messages that come from pride.
That say what’s wrong with just...
This or that.
It’s not like doing something wrong is going to give ya a heart attack.
But my heart in fact is like an artifact.
Fragile, so I protect it to keep my heart in tact.
Can’t overcome with a hack and slash mindset.
Can’t overcome by doing what I’ve done before.
Relying on my own strength or on gadgets.
But instead being instilled with hope and love that goes deeper than metaphors.
Even when sometimes my pain hits harder than a meteor.
But I will keep fighting for,
A strength that only comes from my core.
Because I know my self worth is worth more.
Than the adoration or encore of others,
That never once bore,
An ounce of wealth to the poor.
The same ones that only used me for,
Their own gain or reward.
But I thank the lord,
For if it wasn’t for him I’d be hanging from a cord.
I thank the lord,
For being my sword,
Filling me with reassuring words.
Whose grace and mercy I can’t afford.
No, I can’t afford.
Oh, I can’t afford.

When the waves come,
I stay steadfast,
When the storms come,
I don’t hide.
When I feel like a slave you free me.
When I feel worthless,
You fill me with your spirit.
So, as long as I still breath.
I will thank you.
So, as long as I still breath,
I will praise you.

When it was dark,
You gave me light,
When I was blinded,
You gave me sight,
Even when I blamed you,
You continued to say “I still love you”,
Even when I abandoned you,
You continued to say “ I’m always with you”.
Lord I can’t afford.
Oh, I can’t afford.
Your grace and mercy.
When I feel like you should curse me.
For so long I was a dead man walking,
Till you said “drop everything and follow me”.
For so long I was a dead man walking,
Till you gave a life and a purpose to someone like me.
Someone so undeserving.
Someone so broken and weary.
A thankless person who was always sinning.
When I was blind, you helped me see.
You gave me a foundation.
When I was sinking.
You gave me a heart to help this nation.
When I was idling.
So, in the times...

When the waves come,
I stay steadfast,
When the storms come,
I don’t hide.
When I feel like a slave you free me.
When I feel worthless,
You fill me with your spirit.
So, as long as I still breath.
I will thank you.
So, as long as I still breath,
I will praise you.

Trying my best not to drown,
Praying for better days,
While the devil tries to hold me down,
Wondering if there is a better way.
Is there a better way?

I hear the voices of the discriminated,
The voices of those exploited.
Voices like mine, hurting.
It’s for certain, that being coloured is deemed a burden.
With so many blind of what’s kept behind the curtain.
Living in a society where ya can be seen as a terrorist for wearing a turban.
Living in a society driven to the point of retribution.
But at least some of these protests have worked hard to end exploitation.
Exploitation of wealth,
Exploitation from prostitution,
Exploitation of our health.
Exploitation of our founding constitutions.
Everything has a boiling point,
So why is everyone surprised that we are in a fight?
It’s sad that we are living in a democracy without rights.
Living in a democracy where many are not sure we’ll see the sunset.
And I know when some people hear this truth they will get upset.
Telling minorities to just forget.
But we will never forget as long as police still **** us in public!
Oh ****!

But don’t mind me as I’m just...
Trying my best not to drown,
Praying for better days,
While the devil tries to hold me down,
Wondering if there is a better way.
Is there a better way?

Alright... listen.
Without body cams,
Cops basically have free ****** badges,
Struggling for justice but get silenced like the lambs,
Or they be putting us in ghettos chocking us to death with taxes,
I wouldn’t be surprised if this system was actually run by the ku klux ****!
But saying this is some how deemed blasphemous.
Yet a minorities lifespan,
Is statistically lower, but apparently that’s not blasphemous.
Why does our colour turn us into the bogeyman?
Why does our journey have to more treacherous?
Who do I believe in man?
I thought God was supposed to deliver us?
From evil yet all I see is Sons of Sam.
****.
All I see are Sons of Sam.
And I know when some people hear this truth they will get upset.
Telling minorities to just forget.
But we will never forget as long as police keep trying to **** us in secret.
Oh ****.

But don’t mind me as I’m just...
Trying my best not to drown,
Praying for better days,
While the devil tries to hold me down,
Wondering if there is a better way.
Is there a better way?

I just want to be loved,
But I can’t even love myself,
I just want to be loved,
But I can’t even love myself.

Look, pain be creeping,
And my endorphins be sleeping.
I want love but I’m scared to love,
Because in the past I’ve been so broken.
Yeah and I’m still shaking,
With my Mental health taking a toll.
My heart is acking,
If love was a marathon I’m would be at a crawl.
Trying to fall in love but I always land face first,
Am I meant for happiness or am I just cursed.
To die alone,
To cry alone,
Everything I do alone,
Is it just too much ask for a loving voice emitting from the other side of the phone?
I just want love,
But can’t stand rejection,
I ain’t looking for perfection,
Lord knows I’m anything but,
Anything but,
All I want is love,
Longing for someone that understands.
I just want love,
Someone I can walk with through this path called life.
Hand in hand.
Just some real love.
None of that fake ****.

I just want to be loved,
But I can’t even love myself,
I just want to be loved,
But I can’t even love myself.

I want someone to trust,
But I can’t seem to trust myself.
How far down must one fall,
Before they cry for help.
That what I ask myself.
Tell me is worth it?
Tell me are you really worth it?
Tell me your intentions, what’s the purpose?
They say love is hell,
But I’d rather be there with someone other than by myself.
That’s real.
Nothing in life is easy.
Nor would I want it to be.
I just need,
I just want,
I just wish,
Can’t I just be selfish for once?
Can’t I be happy for once?
To laugh,
To cry,
To kiss someone else good night,
And then wake up with them still there.
****, maybe I’m just asking for too much.
Been abandoned too much.
And push those that get to close.
Because I’m scared of being hurt again,
Scared to be left again,
Scared to rely on someone who may let me down again.
Scared to pour out my soul just for to be thrown out like some bath water...
I’m just scared.
But I also know I gotta test those oceans again.
To face those rains and winds again.
But this time choose someone better suited to survive these waves with.
In order to not drown again.

Sometimes I feel so low,
Other times I feel so high,
Bi-polar emotions causing varied reactions,
The chemistry inside of me sure can get taxing,
Wishing I could sit back and start relaxing,
But when anxiety strikes,
When depression strikes,
It’s like I’m on a roller coaster,
Been burnt so much might as well call me a toaster,
People say I need a wake up call but I ain’t got me no rooster,
I got so much to offer yet I can’t help but feel like a loser,
Growing up in sewers...
Man should’ve known I’d be treated like a monster.
I can’t even go out shopping without hearing freeze buster,
We got you surrounded with blasters and helicopters.
****, man I was just trying to buy me some milk and cereal,
Racial profiling in 2020, is this for real?
Just because my skins coloured doesn’t mean imma steal,
Just because my skins coloured doesn’t mean I’m out to ****.
I’m just trying to make a living in flawed system,
That could showcase all my slaughtered ancestors fossils in a museum,
Tell me again how my ethnicity is deemed the problem?
No wonder I feel so low,
Wanting to get real high,
To cope with how I’m seen as a crow,
A vermin that needs to get shot down from the sky.
Sometimes I just want to cry,
Other times I want to die,
Which makes me ask...
Why are yawl surprised that minorities mental health issues are on the rise?
Instead of being hanged by rope we are hanged by ties.
With jail houses becoming the new slave trade franchise.
Becoming objectified in thee eyes,
Till the humanity is drained out,
In order to become “civilized”.
Such is the divide that separates the haves and have nots.
Putting them in asylums and using therapies that literally shock.
Throwing stones and slander, saying we are a cancer.
And that we need to get over it, expecting us to say Oakley Dokley like we ******* Ned Flanders.
Can humanity get more low,
And can racial tensions get any more high?
How long will we remain ignorant,
Believing corporations lies?
How many more have to die?
Tell me how many have to die!

I just can’t breathe,
This world is so cold man,
Sometimes I just can’t believe.
For so long I’ve been so afraid man.
To open up about what it’s like to live in a world filled with hate.
Sometimes I dream about making a great escape.
For I just feel imprisoned,
Which is ironic when society treats me like I’m some ape.
If only I could eat at the same table and eat the same food on nice plates.
As those who never think twice,
Of the privilege that obscures their vision like the three blind mice.
I guess it’s too much to ask for a voice,
Just a product of my environment,
Do I really have a choice?
I’ve had to fight for my slice,
Graduated in 16 yet once I step outside I lose all my civil rights.
This **** ain’t right,
That racism still persists like how the **** does society sleep at night?
It’s like everyday is nightmare,
And people in power they don’t fight fair.
I’m a God fearing man yet somehow my skin colour gives police a scare,
Knock my out *** without remorse or even a care.
And if they choose to shoot me or strangle me how does that restore peace or rapport?
Like all your going to accomplish is a ******* race war!

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing.
Wondering if this is all just a lesson.

Is this all just a lesson?
Got so many goals but I’m just not that invested.
Writing down all these words,
Hoping they are effective,
Love me or hate me but I’m still my biggest critique,
And anxiety got me spinning more out of control than a fidget,
With existential crisis’s filling up my brain with so many questions.
Who am I really? How good is my intentions.
I have a very passionate soul,
Yet I can still be crippled by depression.
But I try to stay positive and count all of my blessings.
I can fall face first over a hundred times,
But still get back up each time more determined and strengthened.
I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing gets done by just stressing,
For I need to discern the lessons from these seasons.
And knowing when to reach out to others when it feels like I’m sinking.
Trust me when I say you just gotta hold on and keep breathing.
Hold on and keep breathing.

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing,
Wondering if this all just a lesson?

Is this all just a lesson?
I may not know where this road is headed,
Trusting these lyrics bring hope to those that feel neglected.
For I know how it feels to be disjointed from a society that just doesn’t get it.
Which may make you feel like you just want to end it,
For the pain is just so far embedded,
And if you’re skin is coloured your left unprotected.
Prescribed drugs that are either force fed or injected.
However, I refuse to be controlled or to be tormented,
Nor do I care if people are offended,
For I will decide where I’m headed,
And I will never sacrifice my objectives!
No longer will I be subjected as a suspect to be tested.
You can try to strip me naked,
But you can’t strip my individuality or my perspectives!
I’ve come to love my perfect imperfections,
And to count all of my blessings.
Even when I feel like I’m drowning,
I’ll will hold on and keep breathing.

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing,
Wondering if this all just a lesson?
Is this all just a lesson?

Gotta love these perfect imperfections,
Looking both ways,
Always got me second guessing,
Wondering if this all just a lesson?
Either way I’m thankful for these lessons.

In these valleys I tally these fallacies,
Just a casualty of existence.
In these valleys I wallow like a willow I’m hallow,
Just an anomaly that survives by persistence.

Through the dark I pray for sparks,
In the day I’m flooded wishing for Noah’s ark.
Depression sure hits harder than a step father,
But because I’m a guy society can’t be bothered.
Sometimes I just wish I could be a martyr like Martin Luther King.
For like him I have a dream,
That one day that happiness isn’t defined as having all the cream.
For you can have it all yet be the loneliest and most miserable King or Queen.
Yeah I have a dream,
That the people in the world will cut off their puppet strings.
For there is just so much we don’t know that’s keep behind the scenes.
Yeah I got a dream,
That skin colour doesn’t bias towards condemnation but instead towards true freedom.
To going anywhere without fear of being gunned down because of residing in a corrupt system.
That was programmed by powerful white privileged white mon,
That scapegoats minorities as a nuance and a problem.
But I have a dream, yeah I got a dream.
That my future children can grow up in a world without persecution.
That my future children can grow up without the barriers of a system engrained with racism.
Yeah I got a dream, oh I got a dream.

Even through the valleys where I count all these fallacies I will not let go of my dreams.
Even if I’m just a casualty of existence I will fight for my dreams.
Even if I feel hollow like a willow that wallows I will scream for my dreams.
Even if I’m an anomaly, my persistence will follow me to attain all my dreams.

Tranquil melodies swing back and forth,
Peaceful fairies spring like flowers bloom.
Faithful gnomes protect ones house.
From vengeful spirits with razor filled mouths.

Wonderful bliss, if only I wasn’t locked up like this.
Oh, how I miss those sweet kisses from Ms.Sun.
Those gentle breezes that rock me to sleep.
Or the green pastures that blankets my falls.

You can put on your best face,
You can put on your best smile,
You can laugh really hard,
You can tell jokes all day long,
But yet still be broken inside.
But yet still feel lonely.
But yet still be feeling depression.

You can put on all the make up you want.
But unable to fully cover up all the scars or bruises.
You can climb the highest mountains,
Yet your soul can still be trapped in the valley.

The say fake it till you make it.
But you can fake it all your life and never make it.
You can look like your blessed,
Yet feel miserable and cursed.

Never judge books by their covers.

I did my part, by staying in.
So effective, bored.
It’s a sacrifice.
The soul is very passionate.
The isolating, the flattening.
Foraging coercion.
For Immuno compromised persons!
Stay in your homes.
Prevent the increase in tombstones!
Then pat yourself on the back.
Knowing all the people you have saved!
Staying in, flattening the curve again.
Outcome, only time will tell.
Feeling relieved I’m not the only one!

And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.

Social distance, social distance, social distance.
Social distance, social distance, social distance.

Oh, there are arrogant *******, not taking this seriously.
But there are others doing their part.
The nurses and doctors have gone mad.
With people taking all their masks.
But when we cure it all,
The faith will be restored,
Who hopes we will be blessed?
We could start over,
Just cover your mouth when you cough!
It’s that simple.
Now there’s time to watch streaming platforms.
Helpfulness, committed.
To doing what I can.
I’m not the only one.

And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.

Social distance, social distance, social distance.
Social distance, social distance, social distance.

The limits of the research.
The limits of the research.
The limits of the research.

Fake news outlets (social distance)
Only check AHS, for info (social distance)
Your support to fund research would help (social distance)
Can’t stop the spread (social distance)
If you don’t stay home (social distance)
This is a must (social distance)
I’m not the only one.

And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.
And the stupidity will **** us all.
Hoarding toilet paper from the aisles.
But no one else can see.
The effects this has on the elderly.

The limits of the research.
The limits of the research.

Hook:
Can’t let the fear hit ya.
Gotta look at the bigger picture.
Can’t let the anxiety hit ya.
Gotta keep reading them scriptures.

Verse 1:
In a world that thrives on disaster,
With people who massacre over toilet paper,
Sometimes I can’t help but to hope for the rapture,
Because people are acting like raptors,
Whose brains are small enough to believe propaganda papers,
Without knowing the facts or looking at the many factors,
That can help or hinder one’s ability to be a survivor,
Just wash your ******* hands, and stay home, this isn’t a favour.
This isn’t a suggestion,
There are things that shouldn’t be questioned,
Don’t be a ******* who hordes, as that will cause another ******* Great Depression!
Especially with the stock market failing and the fact that we were already in recession.
Also, stop stealing masks and gloves away from hospital staff,as they are here to help us in this situation!
Think of your Grandparents, think of people with compromised immune systems!
All I ask is for you to stay home and to keep your distance.

Hook:
Can’t let the fear hit ya.
Gotta look at the bigger picture.
Can’t let the anxiety hit ya.
Gotta keep reading them scriptures.

Verse 2:
Living in a crisis that bombs harder than isis,
With people who flock like sheep which is ******* foolish,
And I no longer find people’s stupidity hilarious,
I’m at the point where I’m furious,
Can’t you see this **** is serious?
Got ask? Are you delirious?
Living in a world where things are cancelled,
I think I’d rather get eaten alive like Gretal and Hansel.
But at the same time going outside is a gamble,
And I’m don’t want to become a vandal,
Stealing a life away from a family member or friend,
God, please let this virus end!
Suspend disbelief by bringing us some relief.
Because our whole world is in grief.
And we are desperately in need of some faith.
Faith that this will end and that we will be safe.

Hook:
Can’t let the fear hit ya.
Gotta look at the bigger picture.
Can’t let the anxiety hit ya.
Gotta keep reading them scriptures.

Verse 1:
This Twisted temptress has tainted my interests,
Trials of the addicted with my purity diminished.
Poor Tortured soul whose child heart has been shattered.
Bruised and battered wondering I even matter.
So,I gets as smashed as my mirror.
As I feel ugly and unworthy of another’s...
Affections, but I am worried that my intentions are that of a sinner.
A component of B.F skinner,
For I am punished for my behaviours,
But life never gave me no ******* favours.
So, was it nature or nurture?
That turned me into this tainted creature?
When I Claim I’m a Christian but don’t even know the scriptures.
Which the enemy uses as means to tear me apart like a vulture.
Scared that as influencer and a leader,
That I may Peter off into the gutter.
And that people will follow me down there.
And I’m just trying my best to not succumb to the fear.
Hook:
Yeah, I’m definitely out of my element,
Exposing all my skeletons,
Wishing I could fly away like a pelican,
But I gots to make sure to not become benevolent.
Yeah, I’m definitely out of my element,
Element, element.
Exposing all my skeletons,
Wishing I could fly away like a pelican,
But I gots to make sure to not become benevolent.

Verse 1:
Strictly speaking with these IV stickens,
I’m not a fan of incisions,
For in the past it was a means for sterilization,
So, I can understand why so many are iffy with vaccinations,
After all, why should we believe that it doesn’t cause autism?
After all, my people were lied to before, which lead to devastation.
Growing up in a system intent on extermination,
Growing up in a environment filled with racism,
Growing up in a nation that sees my people as an infestation,
As an inconvenience that deserves damnation,
With people telling me to go back to my reservation,
Like, I can’t even go shopping without being seen as a villain,
Getting followed or patted down for investigation,
What did I do to deserve being put into this prism?
It’s like a prison,
Trapped in a country torn apart because of colonialism.
And if I succeed is it because of my hard work or is it based off of tokenism?
Just a pat on the back for corporations,
To showcase that they are indeed all about “multiculturalism.”

Hook:
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones whose ancestors slaughtered my people,
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who continue to oppress my people.
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who don’t give a **** about my people.

Verse 2:
Yeah, the same ones putting pipelines through indigenous land without permission.
The same ones that stand against Wet’suwet’en.
When the Supreme Court has already found in favour of Wet’suwet’en.
So, why is Canada still using RCMP as a means of attrition?
So, much for reconciliation.
Getting told to check our privilege from an ******* who is a heteronormative Christian Caucasian.
Making over $100,000 dollars and using $900 tax dollars towards subsidization.
So, dear Jason Kenny how about you check your ******* privilege!
The fact that people voted a idiot like you in is depressive.
Especially when the NDP was way more progressive.
Reducing the conservatives selfish expenses.
Like private jets and golf courses,
And putting some of that money towards social services.
Instead of lining their own pockets like the conservatives.
Yet the right wing media biased and undermined these great changes.
And now that they are in power they are cutting social services.
Now that they are in power minorities and natives are again facing persecution.
Now that they are in power the world once again favours heteronormative Christian Caucasians.

Hook:  
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones whose ancestors slaughtered my people,
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who continue to oppress my people.
They tell me to inject the needle,
The same ones who don’t give a **** about my people.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 1:
Uh, Seems like we always in a state of emergency,
In a land of democracy,
Things don’t seem free to me.
It’s like trying to wash our hands in ***** water, g.
Everything has a cost, so tell who going to pay the fee?
It certainly not going to be the dominant society.
For the system was build by and for white people to have superiority.
That demonizes anyone that doesn’t conform to their authority.
Spreading a sense of inferiority over natives and minorities.
And I’m not just talking historically, because these issues persist presently.
Change can’t happen unless one is willing to **** the teet of the majority.
For we live in world that separates based off of hierarchy.
That strips down and overgeneralizes our identities.
Then when one overcomes these disparities they are seen as the unordinary.
The exception to the rule,
Like *** is that supposed to mean?
Think I’m about to lose my sanity, dealing with an uneducated narrow minded humanity.
In a state bombarded with atrocity after atrocity,
Yet people have the audacity to tell us to get over it instantly.
Living in a democracy that doesn’t have time to listen to me,
Living in a world where history repeats,
Perhaps I guess we just can’t get enough of insanity.
It just doesn’t make sense to me?
I thought we were supposed to be evolved,
Yet be so devolved mentally.
Like how can indigenous people asking for clean water cause so much controversy?
For if your province or city didn’t have access to clean water, wouldn’t you worry?
Wouldn’t you start protesting firmly?
All I ask is that yawl start checking your privilege homie.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

Verse 2:
Water is the foundation to survival,
Water can also be a philosophical symbol,
For we all thirst for something,
It’s like we are cursed or something.
Being immersed into desensitization,
Becoming numb to everything.
Needing to wash away what is obstructing.
Blocking the path towards transformation.
As established norms perpetuates discrimination.
Whilst also justifying racism and condemnation.
I didn’t choose to born,
But yet that some how qualifies me for damnation.
Because my skin colour is seen as being sinful, that needs to be put through sanitation.
Becoming guilty on the basis of association.
Which makes it harder to find the equation.
As everyone has different values, beliefs and expectations for how to fix this situation.
***** water sure is a contamination,
Thats been leaking out since creation.
That has divided not just people but also nations.
If only people could be mature when having these debates and conversations.
Instead of suffocating on our offence,
Or wallowing within a sense of victimization.
****, this ***** water sure has damaged how we function.

Hook:
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Poisoning how we think.
***** water all through these streets,
***** water poisoning what we eat,
***** water flooding the mind,
Gotta be careful what ya drink.

I have been through many trials.
I have wrote rhymes,
I sung many songs,
Releasing my emotions.
But lately, my passion is dwindling.
Maybe I just ran out of topics to rap about.
I feel like I’m speechless.
Perhaps the stress from school and work is taking away my time to reflect and express.
Is it writers block?
Or am I at peace?
All I can say,
Is that I finally started to get my life back together,
For, I no longer want to be a victim.
So, this may be the last poem I ever write.
So, if this is indeed the last thing I write,
Adieu, and thank you.