Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat
A threat to your system, a threat to your net
profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow

You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer,
It may put your employers at ease
One bless black man with a heart of power
One less antibiotic to your disease
Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall
Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls
Don't forget to have the media depict me as a ****, and a criminal and a menace to society
Don't forget to  reprimand and berate me
Remind  your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color
is still not considered American Propriety
But more like American property, disposable goods

So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free
Might be just a conviction but your *****'s new henchmen and ***** still got the key
A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea
Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead
No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead
No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key.

Martin told me when he us that he had a dream
I got his same DNA in my bloodstream
And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem
I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream.....

I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream
And when I dream it's bad news for you
to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue
To put a stop to all of you.

I write because I am running out of time
Running out of time to make the world a better place
Running out of time so I must speak my words with haste
Out my mother's womb with a mind filled with questions and ideas
Filled desires and filled with fears.
Heart always racing,
Mind having a hard time learning to slow down so it's ticking to the sound of the metronome always pacing
As my soul creates the essence laid within the bullets and my lips provide the casing
My mind is the gunpowder and my heart is the trigger
I write my thoughts down, and I write like I'm running out of time
Certainly those before me had a song, had a rhyme but most did not change much
They ran out of sand, they ran out of time, and into death's hand
So me I write quickly, because I am running out of time
This world will know of me, they will know these words of mine

The best part of love is the smiles
The ones that say everything is going to be alright
Even on the coldest of a stormy night
Even through the shivers caused by fear and fright
Or the gloom caused by a devastating sight
A smile that says it will be okay
can be the catalyst turning grey into a sunny day
it's the smile before the kiss that takes your breath away
I think the smile you give me, is the best part of love.

In her kiss I tasted revolution
And it was sweet
Her lips are a battle
A war , wages on

Looking down into the valley from the mountain high
I can finally breathe again
I smell the fresh air and it smells like springtime again
I no longer fear for my soul,
No longer feeling the chill of imminent danger again

As I stand there looking at the forest below
I see the life I left behind me
I see the trees, the vines that tried to bind me
I see the leaves of the forest which hid me from the son, tried to blind me

I stand proud on top my mountain
I think about the snakes, the wolves that hissed and howled, told me that I'd never leave
That tried to take my joy every time I started to believe

The trees spoke, they said,
run run as fast you can, can you get out alive
will you fall or will you stand.
I burst through the last trees and I started to climb
No end in sight but to get away from my past it was time

The climb was nothing short of sublime
But anytime you begin to climb, physically and mentally prepare for it's wartime
All your old demons will call you, like your primetime on a hotline
See your past will not make it easy for you to be free....

But I get to the top, and what do I see,
all my old demons at the bottom, looking up at me
I turn around to embrace my new destiny amazed by what I saw
A whole new forest....waiting for me.

I've always let you back in
You were my favorite drug
You were my happy place
Beyond the clouds, with time and space
So I always let you back in
You always taste so sweet
but in my stomach felt like sin
But I keep letting you back in
I keep letting you back in

Growing up I always had my head in a cloud
Especially when learning about love
I was told it was the greatest feeling ever and
me I love great feelings so naturally I would pursue

It was a very young age that I learned that this thing called "love"
doesn't always love you back
It will cloud your judgement, break down your walls and before you know it you are under attack, under siege if you will,
It's very goal to break your heart, break your will
It's very goal is to steal, to ****.

I used to think love was a wild fire
A force that couldn't be contained
but demanded to be fed
A force that isn't easy to be controlled, and hard to be read

I used to think that love was a fire
with a blaze that burned to cinder, hearts unready,
with a match like tinder

My heart now burned, scorched and fading to ashes
I look at my battered soul, whipped by love look at all the lashes
I know now that love isn't fair
No words, no apologies could ever clear the air
No poem, no letter could ever pay the fare
couldn't cover the price of what you did,
or the secrets from me you hid