They say things get better with time,
Yet as me move forward all I see is more poisonous vines.
I try to be positive but how can I when I know how I’ll die.
With a bullet put inside my mind.
Knowing everything that happens is somehow all by design.
But I refuse to resign.
For I still got time to keep on trying.
Trying to make this world better for the future even if that means putting my life on the line.
Dying a martyr for the culture to preserve the bloodline.
For I know there are kids out there who like me lived through some hard times.
So imma do my best to leave them a goldmine.
A goldmine for opportunities that don’t involve crime.
Working honest nine to fives,
In order for their families to able to thrive and survive.
For I’m sick of our community being confined.
Confined to fit into certain classifications that stereotype and typecast our ancestral ties.
That tie us down with lies.
Lies that say our dreams or freedom will never be realized.
That televise this propaganda in order to keep racism normalized.
Which leads to internalized confusion that sometimes leads to our own decline.
Just because our colour is penalized and sterilized.
It’s also doesn’t help that we are looked at as illegal aliens that must’ve been dropped off by the star ship enterprise.
It’s crazy how we can so easily romanticize slavery and genocide.
Yet don’t take the time to analyze the good things inside each of each other’s lives.
Or try to see it from another’s persons eyes.
If only we had the bravery overcome the trials like Clementine.
No longer will I be defined by lawmakers that are so corrupt and blind.