she was a single mother,
mother of three,
children had no father figure
all of them had to grow up trying
to figure out what father means to them.
she was tired of men whistling and tripping
over her big behind.
see, she held on her hands a university degree
seems her life was stuck on day volunteering
and night waitressing.

all she ever wanted was a man who would
sweep her off her feet and be a leader to her
kids.

no luck, all she ever met were *******,
pimps and hustler all who had the intention
to bust a nut on her.

so the black unicorn sang, mama i need
your prayers, mama i need God's hands.
pray for me again, again and again.

night light's light shines too bright on
these electricity bills and the landlord
dont even care how she feel.
said, "if you laid on this table any time for me, you
wont need to worry about the rent, boo"
so she did it.

every time he touched her, he ripped off
parts of her spirit.

so the black unicorn sang, in jazz clubs while
the kids stayed with grandma. she sang
a piece of mind just to get a peace of mind.

she was tired of being told she was beautiful
because every finger laid on her was a *******
to her beautiful skin, queen.

she was tired of "im not ready","its not you, its me".
she was tired of wearing her heart on her sleeve.

The Black Unicorn still sings.

She rolls out of bed, with a feeling of shear dread.
How can she face today when she feels so dead?

A crying voice inside takes over her mind.
She needs to rewind.
The tears stream down her face.
As she whimpers she feels a disgrace.

Nobody wants to know, nobody cares that she's in despair.
But she just needs to repair.

She won't talk, she's afraid that people will walk.
Bottling it up she tries not to sob.
The despair all over, It lies and controls her.
But she doesn't understand why an that's why she cries.

She doesn't realise she's not the only one.
She needs to hold on and stay strong.

If you can impress without effort,
you're likely doing something right.

If you can't impress with effort,
you're likely doing something wrong.

Slowly they fall down my cheek,
Expressing the words I cannot speak.

Releasing the pain that builds up inside,
Nevermore for me to be able to hide.

Easing my hurt and my fears,
Those I cannot speak unto your ears.

Framing my mind around the worse,
About why I was given this horrible curse.

Robots Robots Robots
All I see is robots

Where are the humans?
They are long gone my friend

Everyone is controlled by "them"
Everyone is programmed the same
Everywhere I turn I see different people doing the exact same things

"We are all the same", he said
"Why do you say it proudly?", I asked
"We like it", he answered
"You are programmed that way,
programmed to think you like it." I replied

They are manipulating you, don't you see?
You are all bunch of robots and puppets

Be who you want to be
Live the life you want to live

Do you want to live the life they chose for you?
or
Do you want to live the life you chose for yourself?

Do you want to be a puppet?
or
Do you want to be free?

All you gotta do is
choose