Beneath the rumble I could hear the loud screams of what lay deep down
Scampering down ready to save a life but all I have is layed down.

Tears dripping down my face as I see all lay to waste just like it never existed
I then realise how humanity cherish what they have until it stops to exist.

The rumble was once a building standing tall to accommodate all we cherished
But life had other plans as the rumble lay scattered until we had nothing to cherish.

Being alive is a gift we soon realise that when that is all we have left
Material things start to fade off then you realize you have nothing left.

A victim of my environment some would say as we lay another body to rest
But just beneath the rumble a rare talent is aching to come back from the rest.

A new character that am turning to my daily  habit leaning on a new direction
Holding on to an only me direction I think I am being pointed in the right direction.

The curse is like a plague it only turns if giving the right push
I rather keep to myself than walk in the path where I might not be given a push.

Avoiding drama is now a necessity not minding what my social mind is echoing
The only hope I have for my mind is to feed it with the inspiration it keeps echoing.

Don't mistake the introverted with those who choose to stay Anti social.

Who else has seen the men in Black
Heart and face painted like they are in charge.

We all know who bark the orders out from the back
But don't blame the system blame the man in Black

I want a reality where you will see a all white system
Where men would usher you into their car no matter the crimes committed

But all I see is killings and suffering for my people
I am not an activist I am just learning to speak for my people.

Don't just be the change learn to stand for your people
Men in black in this picture will only do more harm than good to my people

Sometimes when a lot is glued in my mind to voice out
Another time when the comfort of my mind is stripped out.

I am always caught between holding on and speaking out
But as soon as I try and make a little effort I pass out.

Nothing seems to fall in place when I open my mouth out loud
The emotions now taking over anything I choose to say out loud.

My mouth shut but my eyes wide open ready to shed a tear
I realise words were meant for a reason but silence holds no fear.

I am bent on speaking no words but my inner self is still holding on to my fears.

Crunching the early snack making it look like a crunchy kuli flow
Not withstanding am using what I have coughed out to make a sync with the flow.

Catch me selling my grind because crunchy kuli is also my baby brand
Nice meeting your acquaintance I hope my buffet is enough of a brand.

I really can't master how to get my mind around a new direction
Stuck in my old ways the only ideas popping in can lead to a new direction.

The only focus is slowly leading to major paper shuffling am facing my fears
On the mouth grind just like before I need to get fed or I bow down to my fears.

The inner city is filled with a lot to offer won't you glance at what it presents
I won't mind having a taste of the presents even if am banned from the presents.

The attitude of the blacks shows how our doctrines act in accordance with our truth
Amazed at a new technology yarning for who will discover it's truth.

But you just passed by the "no crossing sign" how come you claimed you didn't see it
The way we live our life's shows how situations can change even when we see it.

A product of my environment but I won't let that affect the way I see life
I am so black In my ways and manner but it won't change the way I live life.