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Just let go
and it flows and it flows and it flows
low, pours out from the soul, slows down if its cold
clogged up, then it blows, and shows that the more you
hold the less you give, the more you need to feel complete,
a leaky faucet, dripping out what you can’t see,
a heart that beats
but veins that can’t bleed, wont bleed, can’t be she
who feels weak, who wont speak,
too silent in delivery
to mask my insecurities, but willingly
I let others overtake me

Remake me into who I was not before they
came upon me and placed on me their
ideas and ideals of the real and the cool,
and like a fool I traded my reality for their
gold, held on to their tolls and took what should
have been change, positivity
and made it a credit, score goes down because
I can’t pay the minimum, but I keep giving
them and sending them more than I can
afford, trying to be on one accord when they
are Hondas and I am a Benz-

Just cant blend in, and I try, and they hate,
but we claim to be straight,
fake friends who use and abuse and I get sucked in too, into the life
of world rules who view the visuals as reality
when the residual after taxes leaves the individual
after the glasses crack close eyes to watching the poor struggle
to come back after
a mall attack, spending stacks on Lacs
but their seed has no future
no money for books, but look cute tho,
new hair do, new tracks

Everyone wanting to rap to get on
to give back, but once their dreams
die, they resort to the sky, stay on cloud nine
to get up a little higher
stand a little taller but eyes cant open,
can't see that it is a grand scheme,
The man, he, does things to keep we
stranded, like Gilligan and the Island,
fully functional
but stagnant,
we demanding things like clothes and gold,
but what needs be told is those
dollars on dirt, on dimes add up in the end,
we could use it to send one of
our own to the top, blend in
with the man and have well right to take a stand

Be a Master
and demand what is rightfully ours, but now, they
watch us like You-
Tube and laugh at us as fools, and we think it is cool to
use culture as an excuse
for ignorance, use a few dollars to buy a little arrogance,
use credit to purchase
fragrances of the rich, when our rags are poor,
step out, through the door to the
truth, step back from self inflicted abuse and
use of what you don’t have
to make it look like you do.
Stack up, save up, buy up, cake up, so you can wake up
and not owe anyone a damn thing but you.