Lately
I've been eating lies
Can you help me.

Fighting all my rights
I don't know why run from the light
I can't! I can't! I can't!
Watching all of this darkness got me hiding my lamp.
So I ran and I ran
But there just gunna **** me so what am I afraid of.

Lately
I've been holding tight
To the right things
Before he touch the sky
I'll get it
We will get it right

When I stop talking to
know it's because of you

I wonder if he'll shoot me                         I wonder if he'll shoot me
because I'm white                                       because I'm black
and he's black                                             and he's white
I'm just doing my job                                 I'm just doing my job
providing for my family                            providing for family
It has nothing to do with him                   it has nothing to do with him
is he reaching for a gun?                           is he reaching for a gun?
SHOOT                                                        SHOOT

your eyes are deeper than any poetry i've ever read.
i've tried to write them in six-word poems
but it can never quite capture their depth.
i've tried rhymes
and sonnets
and haikus
but i end up dreaming of them instead.

i'm lying on the roof
looking at the stars in the skies
and wish i were looking
at the ones in your eyes.

BUT IT GOT PUBLISHED PUBLICLY IM SORRY