its... not... a game...
so why do you have a controller in your hand playing me like nba 2k9 in hd...
free...
birds and the bees see visions that make prisms
living a life from hear...
but we never grow in our perceptions
"and i bet you didnt know that..ebony eyez"
i...
get a transmission from my admissions and give a ticket with nothing on it...
trying to build but
"a house not a home..."
and i have no key and...
i'm blinded with doubt so i cannot see and then...
"you are not alone"
i hear in the air fear gripping my heart but i veer from pain throwing me darts...
"WATCH ME"
what happened to the normality in life?
where u can just get down the block without worrying about your life?
"mama used to say... take your time young man..."
and she still does
but i move so fast... that time is not an option...
"waiting on your love..."
but its getting too heavy
i reach heights that heighten extensions with dimensions bending entrances with shaky towers
and i cut alll my fences
take me back
to saturdays watching power rangers eating cereal
not a care in the world but the world in my hands
a remote
take me back
to being "bad" running around being a "smooth criminal" forgetting though that momma used to "beat it" with a letter belt across my dark skin till it gets darkened
take me back
to being free from anything that had a hold on me but emergency through surgery i find myself injured u see...
it... was... never... a dream...
but my dream turned to reality...
fruits made me berry white i looked at james and how brown he was even when he stated he was black and proud of it and the kid michael getting bullied and picked on rose above all of the bullys cuz he kicked and he was smooth and issac was dashing through hazes looking for normal faces and... bernie tired of watching me..
a nappy kid again...
was life simple?
no... then why is eyes filling up lake michigan?
step back for a second and think about the past
cuz its through the present that we know what not to give in the future..
and since we live for today..
tomorrow...i'm not used to...
(... yeah thats it... nothing too memoriable... just wanting to go back in life n just chill... who remembers pokemon and ash n all them... mighty morphin power rangers, beetleborgs... family matters, good times... ninja turtles... running around playin tag... acting an idiot in front of ur 1st crush, old rusty trains... life... when it was fun...)
it's too much...
so why can't i hold 1... isnt 1 enough?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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