I knew I didn't belong.
Everyone around me wanted to stay
I wanted to run free
I do not belong to anyone
I belong to the world.
Since I was a small child,
I've had the nomads soul.

She was never steady—
always ready for the grand depart;
she lived for take-offs and landings—
she's the girl with a suitcase heart.

I sometime wonder is it worth being black
Always fearing for your life even when you're trying to the right thing

I sometimes feel like I should just pull the trigger myself
The white man going to do it anyways so why let him have all the fun

I sometimes feel like that cliff is my best friend
Seems like it's the only offering the freedom that of my dreams

I sometimes wonder why this is even up for debate
The answer to me is rather clear just need to pick the date

They put guns to our heads and tell us to surrender
Return to our cages and do as they bid
And if we disobey they unalive us
Putting bullets through our heads chanting you won't survive this
As they hang us from ropes and call us suicidal
Saying we had a hard life and just couldn't do it anymore
Writing our suicide notes and pinning them on the door
As we just cry from our ghostly bodies saying we didn't deserve this
But these days no one cares to hear the truth
For they're too busy laughing at how low we stooped
The truth is they don't respect us
But what does one expect when we don't respect ourselves

I want to blame the cops for the crimes they committed against my kind
But at the same time...
I can't ignore the crimes my kind has committed against it's own kind
We go around popping caps in our brother's and sister's head
Just to get the dollar they got stuffed in their pockets
So can you really blame the cops for being afraid of us
If we do that to our own kin...
God only knows what we'll do to them if we get the chance
So truth be told if we want change
We have to change as a people
And stop blaming them for the things we caused
Black lives matter
But thing is...
We have to believe that ourselvesl

I can't breath, I can't breath!!!
But because I'm big and black they continued to terrorise me
Choking me until I seized to gasp for my final breathe
Now I'm dead
Looking down from the heavens wondering how could this be
How could this be?
So let me get this straight
I died for so called selling illegally
And you would think it was at least **** I was selling
I was selling the american dream of creating
Creating a profit..
To take care of my family
Then they shot me
And I couldn't stop it
I saw death as clear as the time
What is this

And if that's not a crime
Then what is...

I told him I had a gun
Even asked him if I could get my license from my pocket
He said sure why not
But as I proceeded to reach for my pocket he shot me anyways
Now I'm dead
Looking down from the heavens wondering what did I do
What did I do?
Why am I looking at myself stained red
I got pulled over for a taillight but ended up satisfying someone's bloodlust
There wasn't even a fuss
But look at me now
Dead six feet under

And if that's not a crime
Then what is...

Can't you see
They're picking us off one by one
Getting off scott free by saying they feared for their lives
What about our lives
Shouldn't we be the ones panicking behinds our guns
We can't even take a jog down the street without being accused of something
Don't we have rights
Last time I checked we're human too
Not animals who deserves to be stuffed in cages
And poked with sticks like they did back in the ages
So how do we evade this
Better yet...
How are we supposed to survive this
Black lives matter
How many times do we have to say this

So it's late
Time for bed but I can't sleep
Instead I'm up writing these poems meant for thee
Poems you'll probably never get the chance to read
So I mine as well burn these words
Just to watch them float away in the simple breeze
Because you and I will never be
We're just friends...
But I guess that's the tease

They tell me to duck and cover
But from who am I ducking and covering from
The white man who wish to see me hang
Or my own brother who wishes to put a bullet in my head
Both sides saying I'm the one you should trust
My own kin and the ones who once enslaved us
And I just sit here in my own little corner in my own little world
Singing twinkle twinkle little star because I don't know where to go
The thing is...
I think I rather sit here and let them both **** each other to hell
Because the fact you both claim the other is a monster has strangely rung this bell
The bell of ******* that is spells out hypocrites
And if you don't know what that means it means you
The kings and queens of the human realm
And to me that's mean everyone because everyone is equal
And I know it's a strange concept but no one deserves to be someone's sequel.
So take a bow because this little play was done right
But it's time to drop the ropes and guns and call it a night

Who is that...
Who is that person looking back at me
He looks like me but, he's not me
Who is he
I can't recognize thee
Is that really me
What is this beast that I've turned into
There is no way that is me,
But it is me
How did things come to this
Help...me
I'm drowning in this reflecting pool deep within the blood sea
Feasting on the soul that use to be me
But it's not me anymore!
It's just not "me"...anymore
It screams begging for it to stop
"Please no more"
Please no more
But I can't stop
I can't stop
Taking another bite as the crimson tears flow from my eyes
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm just...so sorry