because there's a vision in the back
of your mind.
a vision that you think you can see,
but you aren't sure.
so you ignore it,
try to look away,
get on through the day.
but still it stays
dormant
for a moment
and that's enough.

time is no realer than money, cash - credit - or debit.
defined between lines lies the meaning of where we all heading.
and where we all been but the house of other men,
other women, teaching us life and its element.
gotta learn to speak for myself and not for the man,
for everything i'm not is also everything i am.
and everything i wish is just a thought waiting for life.
they say the struggle pay the price while debating for the strife.
they say ... many things ... but what is it you think?
what is it you see between the moments that you blink?
the line between a dream and a reality is thin,
stand back far enough and the two become one thing.
like a needle in a haystack, we're lost without our minds.
like an anachronism, we're lost within our time.
searching, searching, searching ... but for what and do we know?
is it even something that our pupils can behold?

the cops are a bunch of hooligans.
your boss looking at you like, ‘who are you again?’
an order was passed by the president,
and all the residents had to evacuate the tenements.
the school won’t take you without money,
and the club won’t love you without honeys.
the bills came through and beat you black and blue,
and you start wondering
what happen if you make a sudden move?
the drugs ain’t doing what they used to do,
the hood don’t love you, it’s just used to you.
the tv and the radio are all about cheddar,
and the internet ain’t much better,
the fare went up on the train,
and guess who was the sucker who had to pay?
your thoughts start becoming things that you know
and all of a sudden, you find yourself ready to go.

it's all relative, this **** ain't absolute,
that's why every other man have his own truth,
his own truce with the devil.

America, land of the OJ, low pay and propane,
Cosby, Roseanne and five year plans.
Stand for a feeling but arrest for kneeling.
***** the waterways get accused of stealing.
Get accused of being seeing too much empathy.
Get too used to fleeing feeling too much apathy.
After me, comes another generation.
Outside of walls, stand a whole lot of nations.
Patience is a virtue and the same thing that hurt you,
I’d give you a cross but you already left that burnt too.
Moonwalk with the stars, sleep with the children,
we all watching Netflix movies about hurting and killing.
Desensitize our eyes and minds dot i’s, cross t’s.
We sick and ignoring the cures and vaccines.
Home remedies to patch poverty,
gunslingers like Butch Cassidy,
presidents awarded by the academy.
The majority and minority treat each other in quarantine,
even though in the end we all partake in all our dream.

We didn't have conversations about feelings.
It's just the way it was.
We would hold and withhold,
repress instead of express.
It's just the way we thought it had to be.
But things are different now.
And we're all trying to learn so we don't
implode.

write kid.
write your way out the hood.
write kid.
write until it's all good.
write about life.
write about strife.
write about nights.
write about days.
write about ways.
write about rights.
write about wrongs.
write as long as you can.
even if you don't understand.