Brought down,
brought to the ground,
treated different because I'm brown,
like some stray in the pound.
Tell me officer,
what did I do,
treated like I am from a flying saucer,
by trying to be like you.
So as you subject my face,
and drive my head into the dirt,
make me into a disgrace,
in in front of the people you said I would hurt.
So keep your title and name,
and cling to that moment of fame,
where you saved the civilians from demise,
and make me the object of their despise.
But someday I will rise,
and my people will reach the skies,
but we will not stop there,
for within us there is no fear,
to rise above is our goal,
and we will not stop until we are whole.

We are together,
just sitting side by side,
no idea of what the other one hides.
But as we hold one hand,
and the other is clenched,
meanwhile our thoughts are drenched.
It is as if we both were water boarded,
while looking into each other's eyes,
with each drip comes feelings of despise.
But who was it that dropped this water unto me,
was it you or someone who I could not see,
the only thing that stayed within my mind,
is the thought of how you used to be so kind.
And I forget that you have your own thoughts,
they become disarray while I try to understand,
as I am caught up in trying to connect the dots,
but to connect them I have much to small of a strand.
So you cut it with that piercing gaze,
and you put me into a daze,
for I hate you and you hate me,
but how was it that this came to be?

I lay here with the blood falling out of me,
drip, drip, drip.
The sound echoing through my brain,
as with each little drop I got a bit more insane,
drop, drop, drop,
there is the sound of my life in a bucket,
used to feed the youth, as my life is gone,
so **** it.

So here I am caught between acceptance and denial,
so tell me god, where did you put my file?
Am I the man who goes without a plan,
to find himself becoming a fan?
Or will I lead my life with questions unanswered,
as I attempt to decipher your hansard.
For I do not understand your politics,
as you are a power so high above me,
for your meaning I cannot often see,
so how am I supposed to decide where to be?

A politician is a man,
who will feed a starving child.
And as he hands that apple down,
appearing to try and please,
while looking to gain renown,
he is passing on a disease.
But with his goodwill,
no one will suspect him,
in the other closed hand is a pill,
which he will say will protect them.

The artistic industry devours us alive,
as it feeds off our drive to strive.
And as we mix our blood sweat and tears,
it merely grows bigger,
and plays off our fears.
But we do not quit the feeding,
as we cut ourselves wide open,
with our securities so misleading,
as we find ourselves surviving like pigs.
Eating up whatever we can get,
until we find ourselves trapped again,
fallen into someones debt,
while living in this pen.

To lose you,
is to lose my mind.
For you are the caretaker of my sanity,
as I need my daily dose.
Of love.