searching for imagination
that's what it feels like
bite into that apple
it's ripe
i've been lied to
grueling through society
that hates me for my skin tone
i wanna go home
but i remember i ain't got one

life is simple for some
but what's the fun in that
always having light at your disposal
from the start to finish
never feeling like a winner must ****
you've always had enough
you've always felt "fulfilled"
by your life and the bucks
that come with it

i can't grasp that light all the time
it makes me livid
but the thought of the process
replenishes me more or less
heaving chests at the race
but it never stops
keep the thought of the end
in my mind
i'll never stop
grasping for that light

- negassie