Cut the jibber jabber,
This ain't for smiles and giggles.
People dying, people lying,
And people playing victim.
People not standing,
Some people  not sitting;
But what's the freaking difference?
Look at the big picture.
America still killing black folks off,
And they want us to NOT protest?
My hat goes off! To Colin kaepernick and anybody taking a stand, or a seat to show America that we're not playing. That's my stance.
Talking changes to be made and black lives matter.
You can argue that all lives matter,
But, BLACK LIVES MATTER.
Cops is out here killing black men and getting PTO, being acquitted for some **** that if the skin color was switched they would get life fo'.
I know you hear the difference,
I know you see it too.
Trump wanna make the states great? That only makes me blue.
Cause he don't even see the struggles, or know what "equal" means; he only sees the money,  you know that pasture green.
Make us great again?
Make us great again?
Only way to make us great is if we bleach our skin.
Make us white, then we equal - that's what they really want.
I bet I got trump supporters shaking their heads like "you said it. Well done ..."
Cause what you voting for? If you voting for him.
I mean Hilary's a stretch too but at least she feels more empathy and  is more supportive than him.
That's the difference:
Who be in it for power and the checks,
Verse the ones who be in it for the love and respect....

-Lij

Calculating all the loss.
Why they keep on killing us?
They don't even know what for...

piecing my thoughts together. ..

How can I piece my thoughts together?
When the word "peace" ain't even in my thoughts forever.
I'm just being honest.
Makes you wanna riot.
If black lives really matter;
Then why would we stay quiet?

It's an uphill battle we're steady climbing.
Respect and recognition.
Respect and recognition.
If my black skin was any indication,
I won't be forgotten.
I won't be forgetting;

Calculating all the loss. ..

Why they keep killing us?
They don't even know what for...

They don't even know.
No.

What you wanna erase us off the face of the planet?
Just be honest Mr. Officer.
Them my brothers, why you hassle them?
Why you after them?
What's the crime they committed?
Being committed to seeing dreams come true isn't really a crime is it?

Calculating all the loss...

Why they still **** us for?
Why they wanna take our souls?
They don't even know.

Rest in peace Dr. Sebi.
You're gone now, they still Tryna steal your dreams from you.
Foul world.
But you took your last shot and on your last shot you found a cure for AIDS and that was your last shot and now your Laying in your grave.
And they relish in your finding.
Them jerks have impeccable timing...

Still, calculating all the loss...
It feel like that I been here before.
My momma told me and my brothers if she have to go, keep the family close, and listen to the cops but if he acting shifty don't be afraid to tell him "no".
And if he's still shifting, get a video and a picture. Get top on the phone and send it up.
We won't be out of luck anymore.
We in our own boats.
Tryna escape this sea of madness,
Where black lives are the scapegoats...

(Calculation complete...)

Spending a year in your basement, and rarely coming out,  teaches you a lot about people.
The ones that say they got your back, but you get jammed up and cant find them.
The ones that spend forever phone talking to you;
And giving you superb advice on why to come down from the ledge.
And the ones who actually visit daily just to  make sure you're still good.
My brother told me what God already explained:
All suffering is valid.
And just because I'm not dying doesn't mean I don't get to complain.
How I complain more about my life being stagnant?
Than the boy with cancer complains about his life being short.
And that's okay because pain rarely follows rules.
I never even learned his name.
But he told me something I hold ever so closely:
On those days when I wish I'd never woken up,
I'm allowed to scream and ask why it's happening to good people like myself.
But I must make sure I know where the line is,
Between giving my darkness a voice and
pitying myself.

Lone ship, lord.
Lone ship;
Please take the bow.

I can't wait any longer, lord.
I need. You now.

I often feel myself drifting.
Sometimes cutting it too close.
I don't want to end up missing,
Out on what I love the most.

Somethings I hold in.
Some feelings i can't show.
But these things, to you, no surprise.
Because all things you do know.

I need you now.
I need you now.
A lone ship in this vast ocean.
I need you now.
Lord, please take the bow.

-Gp

You can officially say,

That I wrote about you.

That for all of, 5 minutes,

You were my muse.

But yes, I've written about you.

I write about all of my exes,

My friends, close or far, the affects love has on my life, my life, my family, my car.

I've written;

this all to say...

it's not you - it's me.

So i wrote about me, through you.

I told you I'm a newer lover;

It was all news to me;

I had no other experience from before as you had,

But, I was infatuated with your essence.

Your presence.
Was a present;

You passed it, and I gave you to the hunger

of my paper and pen;

And then,

You'll smile thinking all the while:

'Haha, I'm in his head!'

Nah, it's cool enjoy that time.

Just know this hurts me more.

But at least you can say

That I did write about you.

For 10 minutes a day,

Even 3 on these bus rides

You were my muse.

You were the reason for these lines...

I've been away for a long time.
You can blame me if you want to.
I never said what was on my mind.
But you was always there to run to.

And you wonder "why the distance?"
You think it's you but it's me, trippin.
Making excuses, saying that I never been in love.
You wasn't having it;
You heard better stories.
You said I'm full of it,
Now I'm Macaulay Culkin;
home alone.

I just wish that I could have last summer back.
Just to redo what I couldn't do.
Ain't no reason I shouldn't be with you.
Feel like I broke your heart,
You said "that's almost true."
Because I left you so abrupt;
You ain't know what to do.

Maybe I was nervous.
Who really knows?
You thought I wasn't loyal.
You thought my "love" was hoax.
But I wasn't playing.
Sad it's been too long,
Everyday I just stare at your name in my phone.

Maybe I was wrong..

Yeah I. Don't. Have. Anything.

I am drawing mad blanks like you're at the bank and nothing comes out, except a receipt.
My thoughts are all jumbled.
My mind is a mess.
No comfort can be found on my bed.
On the couch is where I rest my head.
No inspiration;
I can't seem to figure out why.
Clothes are thrown everywhere,
Smudges on the mirror,
Dust covering what used to be my "canvas".
Misused time.

Misused time.
Doing exactly what didn't matter...
Trying to find time, to clear away this clatter.
From my mind