tho blind, broken fist, have once punched through walls....broken legs, once walk through the air...and a broken heart, once loved...A heart once loved...will be broken...and then be plastered back together... stitched by a string...soldered by fire...however, it will heal...and it will never forget its function...how to love... because as long as you live it wont forget how to beat...no matter how you feel it wont forget to pump...so no matter how abused, how battered, how small it might be...it will never for get how to love, cant you see...

Here i am... Again writing to the world...here I am...Friend trying to save the girl...This S on my chest aint for games...but Embedded in my soul so I can make a change...here I am...Miss im different so we're both the same...These Powers are strong but you have yet to call my name...but here I am...
trying to save the day...From your polluted air waves....that plays in relay...These blades in my knuckles dont just pet and tickle...but the stab and ****....cutting faster then the flash...here I am...Again screaming to the world...Here I am...Tryin to **** the girls...Tryin to **** the girls...Cuz I've be programed to saved the world...But they forgot to tell you I wanna **** the girls...Cuz they all want to be saved...Let them scream my name...I'll slay the ***** monster Cuz here I am..Again....trying to save the world..******* all the girls....#Diary 1 of A ****** Superhero

Extra Extra ...Read all about it!!!..The time for the righteous ***** is dead...You claim Your stature of limitations..But all you got is knowledge...Let me reconstruct the past...That the ones you preaching to don't see...Slavery...to share croppers.. to steal mill workers...Cotton pick en...to bootleg ‘en...to crack rock..**** ‘en...They got Aids from monkeys..So lets give it to all the monkeys..They know to much lets bury the smart ones under all the dummies...Rise up you righteous *** Shabazz..With more medals then Marcus Garvey...but this dispositions is thicker than the stash on Steve Harvey. Cuz the kids they love the Wiz...and all the green he smoke...Forget the yellow brick road...its these white bricks they see as Gold...But you so righteous with black power on Your bumper sticker...And so sweet that your water start to be thicker...then blood...with a hood that attack your own progression..You Been righteous for so long..with hope you feel depression..that you accuse your brother of mental retardation...urban gentrification...when he still live in the same house he did the year before...but you been moved to the east side on the top floor..You righteous *** ***** you been pronounced dead...back when them bombs hit over Bagdad...they waved the white flag..but you just made it easy...cuz you still so righteous...you done Got Fat, Turned Gay...and rallying for pride marches...Cuz you don’t know what else to do...your time is over..Them black cats use to be panthers, now you dress them up...and placed us all in a new minority...just to keep your righteous priority...Are You still looking East, or have you finally excepted the West..

You got power in ya hand...say amity in ya heart...but you dont give a ****... You haven't from the start...So you let people go.. claiming you empathize...But you dont even know...tears never hit ya eyes...easy to talk about its hard...when you live on a cushion...Easy to say you believe in God...When everything is given....Cuz Your knees are never *****...You never hit the floor...Parying every ...morning early...or pleading you cant take no more....Cuz You got power in ya hand...Say sympathy in ya heart...but you dont give a ****...Not even just a part...You would never feel so bad...telling someone no...keeping all you had...not letting any go...Cuz You ain't never had to ask....You can just look down...And take from them the pride they mask...as all heads hang to the ground...But there's power in ya hand...say love inside your heart...but you aint never gave a ****...You never had a heart...

I can create turth through lies...repeat.... the turth through lies....then you'll eventually believe my turth through lies....And i'll recieve your loyalty...through my deceptive tendencies...And All your know is turth...But I do know that they're lies...And You'll never ask for proof...Cuz I repeated Lies...and You've heard them so much that to you they feel like turth...My ***** little demon...this nightmare you aren't dream..cuz all you know as turth is lies...and you'll believe them till the day you die...Cuz I repeat and project...till you defend and protect...My ***** little secret...that you will never Regreat...See up is down and Red is Blue...And hands wear things called shoes....See up is down and Red is Blue....and hands wear things called shoes....Cuz you dont get to choose...Cuz I can create turth though lies...repeat...the turth through lies....And You will believe my turthful lies....and protect them till the day you die...repeat the turth through lies...