looking at the world through rose colored lenses. I live a life not understood by many. I'm an old man in a young body so my geriatric ways aren't palpable to today's generation, so nobody feels me. wandering why love is absent in a sick world and love is the medicine. Complex and embedded in the soil of my people skin. we're not "dark" we're "deep". Prevalent roots will travel back to show we were here first. Banks will trace back to show we didn't get paid. My blueprint is made potent by blue blood from within. I challenge things not dared, see I'm an activist. Beliefs of retrogression saving the day. Blue blood is my blueprint, but now it's read because you see it. See I bleed passion. you can read when your tired if you understand then that means you derived from origins like me.

Homes don't grow where I'm from
they only stand stagnant waiting for one to deconstruct a building process.
Limbs leave family trees way before fall happens. It's only a matter of time before one becomes familiar with "**** happens".
Indulged in decency far fetch becomes close Morals become like unread books.
Back-hand to reality some people get it.
Men will hit everything around, before hitting their target so a bulls eye is more like scolded ones golden tongues couldn't fix.
Pictures catch more than a moment
Pictures don't hang anymore the walls are gone. Houses look more like tornadoes  so prepare for hail. Aftermath can make a better beginning. Black looks darker in the light. In the dark your eyes will adjust so black is the new norm.
Accustomed to a ****** up custom where an abandoned home.
no painted walls, a brick mailbox, and a broken garage.