Music is my refuge, It digresses me from reality
I can crawl into the place between the notes and curl my back to loneliness
It’s tune overcomes deception
Stirring up emotions overridden by relation
My psyche drown in its lyrics that take control
Toggling with my memories, triggering what’s hidden in heart
Illuminating the inner my that I try so hard to hide
Highlighting my pain and insecurities that I suppress
The rhythm sets a stream for which my mind to escape
As the beat draws in my soul it protects from negativity
Shows me the dangers of society
Teaches me the flaws of this systematically carved world  
And with this system the morality of music itself changes
It’s very existence seizes to coincide with its purpose
As so time goes on
In the 80’s jazz was the plug,
Then came to the 90’s hip hop and thugs, Then R & B to soothe the soul,  
Now It's *** and X and rock and roll

This Bond..
this bond, is just another part of you
but in that moment I knew, it was your entire universe
you try to neglect it try to tear it from your life
I see you tear at it, but even more I see it tearing you apart
it hurts you, a pain that’s so heavy its unbearable
it eats at you
yet you hide it, still, your emotions leak down your sleeves
you think you can forget?
not on your life
in that moment, you realized it to  
this bond, this is what you and I are living for
this bond has been engraved into our very existence
no one remembers us, but at the same time,
no one will ever forget about us
I'll never forget about us, no matter what happens  
because you walk through this world as if half dead
and seeing you that way hurts  
so I'll never forget, and I'll always continue  
This bond...

Black is my drug
Time to write out our lives and show them out pain
Just cause we are of color doesn’t mean we don’t know the game
It’s quite the opposite, in books we see how the white men lives
But we of color can tell that story from two perspectives
Life made out of struggle just cause of melanin
But only the strong get trials that means were natural born kings
We all know the sayings “Black is strength, Black don’t crack”
But how much of you really believe that?
That goes deeper than wrinkles in the skin
It’s the strength and prosperity that we pass to our Kim  
It the fact that we know God and adore his name  
We don’t need lust or drugs or even fame
What makes us different is more than color
We’re the only ones strong enough to convert pain to love and hope
And not turn to satan for hatred and dope
So the next time someone comments don’t shrug
Just turn to them, smile and say it proudly,
BLACK IS MY DRUG.

How to we find truth When we are living a lie?
They tell us the life is a trial that we can’t beat,
that if i cross is too to lift we can just drop it,
That society is not a rouse; truth is, Society is twisted.
I can’t tell you who you are or who you should be.
And I can’t tell you what to do or how to live.
What I can tell you is that it’s not over.
Obstacles are made to me overcame, just as trials are made for error.
Society is twisted.
What’s important is how expensive your clothes are and how much hoes you bag.
But what should be important isn’t the material, but something real.
Happiness, freedom, love that’s what should we should focus on.
We spend so much time focusing on how to tear other down then we forget how to build ourselves.
We’re so envious of others that we don’t see our own blessings. You smile is crooked, you hair is messy, you’re fat or you’re skinny.
Regardless you are still you. Everywhere you look you see a snake.
Why do I have to watch what I say around someone who supposed to me my friend?
What does being fake do for you?
What’s you gain? And relationships.. they are at rock bottom.
There are some good one for sure.
But most aren’t.
When you going in a new relationship it’s “new” for a reason.
You got hurt in the past, well so did they.
We bring out past into the relationship and our insecurities and then eventually lose the person that do you right.
****** be hoes then when the find the one they wanna settle with their reputation bites them.
Girls be dating all the thugs and guys who got money looks and cool stuff and turn always from the guys that have morals and brains.
I can’t blame people though cause It’s a society problem and I say again Society is twisted this is the real truth.

Wade in the water
Be calm like the Waves
For the water cancels scent
And therefore protects the slaves
Oh youths, just listen
While the stars still glisten
The master is getting out of order
So Children, wade in the water
Woman trail across the stream
singing in harmony and burnt by the sun gleam
with heavy burdens and thoughts of their daughter
Children, wade in the water                
Children hidden by the monotonous weeds                           
as their footprints crunch on dead leaves finding mischief as they please,
Too young for labor to innocent for slaughter
So children, please wade in the water  
children, Follow the river, find peace along the path
Know your God and keep astray from wrath
The sun elevates and the shadows dance
Move in silence and don’t miss your chance
Be proud and love your brown skin
Wade In the water, a message to our kin
Freedom is the ultimate goal
The water chills your body but will never chill your soul.

Do you truly know how it feels?
Can't you see it?
my pain and anger
my joy and happiness
the one thing that try so hard to hide but cannot
my emotion
can't you feel them?
the tears that flood
my heart that grows cold
my voice that lacked life
aren't you worried?
for I am dying on the inside  
and barely have the energy to survive on the outside  
I try and try but it all in naught
do you know how it feels to be bullied by your own subconscious?
when both your mind and heart tell you that your trash
when your body is some numb that you just can’t even shield your ears anymore
do you know how it feels to watch yourself slip from reality?
to see the people you care for laugh as you slowly lose your mind
when insanity becomes justice and you start to question existence
do you know how it feels to wonder if relief is a myth?
to be in so much pain that it’s now all you can’t recognize
to no longer see the world as a mixture of emotions
but instead a rock filled with hurt
do you know how it feels to find excitement in the flood your blood?
to watch as your bodies messengers exit through your skin and feel relaxation
do you know how it feels to fully evaluate what living means?
to be told constantly that you have no purpose  
that no one cared for a single fiber of your being
to be made into a tool for the sake of jokes and belittlement
to truly believe that the purpose of your life is your death
and so I again,  
Do you truly know how it feels?

I am but an empty vessel
Used to store emotion
I am but a marker
With colors that change with mood
They were once such warm, vibrant color
A bright blue that was soothing
A deep orange that war courageous  
Now all that I can muster is dull and broken
The once bright blue filled with soothing emotion
Now dark and cold, emitting only sadness and despair
My orange fades into yellow and becomes shame and cowardice
I Long for the day my color regains its life
See as time passes they only dies more
With every passing day I see another one
Another crime, another death, another act of racism
It hurts my soul, numbing the ability of my life force to reach my colors
Countless nights I stay up generating questions  
How much cause can the world takes before it tears itself apart?
Or is it already being torn?
With each question I go deeper into this mislaid state
The longer I stay in this state the more my emotion fade
Until my color finally can be seeming through the prism of the electromagnetic spectrum
Until my emotions become transparent to the world
For I am but an empty vessel
Used to store emotion.