Rage stuff....
See me coming
give me that strange look
like I was the one who got in a car and drove into an orphanage
like I have done the worst things
but you don't know me bruh
and I have no idea what little birdie been whispering in your ear
cuz you ain't never walked a mile in my shoes.
One day I'm gonna fly over you
fly so high over you
and people like you
folks who hate dreamers
so scared of us
yet you watch us from the shadows
copying every thing we do
comin round when you think "He about to blow up"
while
you seem afraid to be around us.
Say I'm weird
say I'm angry
say I'm off my rocker
and maybe its true
maybe if you were me you would be too.
Racially profiled
(so please keep that "light skin privilege" shit to yourself)
passed over
watching others with less experience
rise up
so yeah sometimes that anger wells up inside me
(maybe that's part of that freaky vibe I give off at times)
even with my outlets
some of that anger stays inside me I think.
Crazy stinky folks on the buses and train
arguing with themselves
and you tell me I got issues
Nigga puhleaze.
You don't fucking know me.
I am so tired
tired of being tired
and that's why I'm saving up
dreaming about the motherland.
Dreaming of a better life
One where things are cheaper
nobody knows me
and I can start all over again
with some nicer
friendlier people who look like me
(who hopefully have better social skill than you motherfuckers
who shun those of us who CAN communicate!)
Tell me I am angry or crazy
and if that is true its because for so long I have been stuck in this space with you.
Broken
Lost
and you forgot how to dream
Laugh at my ideas
Make me feel like I don't belong
like I am fighting against the tribe
when I came in thinking it was my tribe
but its not
Not really.
I watched on tv
the looting
the protesting
I watched I
and wasn't with the looting but I could understand the rage
while certainly understanding the need to protest against a system
that is so set (often invisibly)
against so many of us.
Yeah I know what its like to fee left out
I know what its like
struggling
but its like flying against this strong unseen force
almost like a strong wind
when sometimes you seem as if you're making headway
you get blown right back
cops looking at you funny
making you stop so they can check you
sometimes those guns are pointing and even though they don't come
you can still feel those bullets coming
(Does that make any sense?)
Wanting to cry at times
but people like me rarely do that
and no arms are there to comfort us
so I'm in the past
feeling the eyes of those who came before on me
and sometimes I swear I can feel their arms around me
(Ask me again why I respect the spirit world because I'm already a part of it)
Maybe that's part of what you feel in my presence
some form of greatness that intimidates your stagnating ass.
I ca'nt say I fully understand your ways
just stay out of my way.
If you're not for me then you're against me
and I don't need your hinderance bruh.
I'm already out here trying to survive this panda pandemic just like you are and facing some of the same things you are
and its madness for you to keep treating me this way.
All I can do is ask you to stay out of my way while I chase these dreams you say I'm so crazy for.
Even if you can't understand me
or will never really accept me
I ask the same thing I ask of all the crazy racist folks out there
who see my skin and would cast me aside
(Just like I heard somebody else say recently)
I don't want you to feel sorry for me and guilty.
I don't want your tolerance either.
Please....just respectfully get the hell out of my way.
Thank you.
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