but darling
i'm telling myself the same critics
never change anything though
                          °
darling I'm trying to find appellations
for every other meaningless thing
but in my world of correlation
meaningless seems to have a meaning
                           °
i'm a hideous liar
meaning i'm a pretty face selling words of fire
meaning that I deliberate about being shallow or loyal
meaning that i'm dying but I'm quite the survivor
                         °
I'm just as broken down as my whole generation
because we're all the same just deadlier situations
but I'll lie myself through since it's what I'm good at...
you know denying myself isnt that bad
                         °
I've built myself a cursed regime
where my wounded hands reside
because when I decide to hide
no-one will ever find me
                         °
                      
I'm still the same unchanged, colorless and steeped of secrets
still part of the sick game of saving and killing heartstrings
                         °
but in the world where everyone's the same
in a world where you're a complete idiot if you go astray,
in this sick world I'm ready to embrace my "idiocy" _
                           °
with all due respect to the human race
I'd like to go on with my hypocrisy
I'll ask no-one else
If they approve of me_

By Arcassin Burnham

Time,
Time,
Just Time.
We all,
Will find,
The light.
Time,
Sweet time,
Our lives,
Linger on.
Live it up.
But hold up right quick,
Cracked walls leads to cracked skulls,
Where is the love ?
****** one, plus a few a thousand,
All of the above,
Be a man or get kicked out , or get beat up,
One life , people will hate , don't you give up,
turn up on these dudes like its your last,
Bypass,
All the ******* they lack,
Ignore them,
One day they will all just fall back,
Steal the show, and be the one to break free,
See they dwell off memories,
While your a future adversary,
See while I'm a free agent you live off food stamps and paper payments,
Do you really wanna question on the subject of what lame is?
***** I have sensitivity issues , whats your excuse?
While you walk around acting like nobody's better than you,
All we have is Time,
Time,
Just Time.
We all,
Will find,
The light.
Time,
Sweet time,
Our lives,
Linger on.
Live it up.
I'm pushing all the boundaries, I swear you could never doubt me,
you wouldn't have entertainment, what would you do without me?
You have your own Posse but you'll never see me alone,
To every man in the world that thinks a gang is his home,
I don't need a ******* army just to say what I have to,
But I won't be that negative stereotypical black dude,
Engaging in conflicts with my own race,
You all are over there but this is my space,
Get out of my way,
Time,
Time,
Just Time.
We all,
Will find,
The light.
Time,
Sweet time,
Our lives,
Linger on.
Live it up,
But hold up right quick.

Race me to infinity
Down the track of our lives
Lead me to a paradise
Trace the tracks of tears from my eyes
And whisper me beautiful and sweet goodbyes

Early nineties,
they found a box behind reception labelled ‘lost anatomy’
opens it,
finds his voice.
They took our sounds for granted and crossed the lines ‘till the only thing our lips could do was flail,
they plugged us in with wires but no amps, back into the whitewashed walls and tied us up in graffitied corners, all the places where political shadows do nothing but lull out anaesthetic.

Mocked scenes from final destination,
the one where the subway train collides
encounters America’s tired hum and buzz.
The television upchucks static and we don’t know why it’s still switched on.
A child’s hand reaches out and plucks a seashell from an afro,
tries to hear the sea.
Looping, rippling and losing his rights each time a wave hits the shore.

The invisible nooses around our fingers rifle through an open book.
They told us that that much candy can rot your teeth
and the hand works its way up a room with a view where
tights aren’t tight
but no one ever notices the old man at closing time,
crying at the clocks.