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Originally Posted by Psichotic Supa' Deuce
I dont know what this is. you don't have to feel this. i dont expect you to.
My life is so hectic that sometimes I'd like to forget it and end it/
I'm constantly dependin' on parents and friends and Sh*t only to realize only I have the power to direct it/
I wanna wreck Sh*t, but I stay calm hopin' things'll work out/
I did that Sh*t and look what happened, aint Sh*t good turn out/
It seems with every decision I make, fate takes it and creates another obstacle in my way/
Defacin' my plans an dreams/
I'll never make it to my goal it seems/
But, I'm a confused black male livin' in a wack society/Where as it's crime to be me, another wanted face on the tv screen/
Statistically won't make it past 23/
I'm 19 and have 4 more years 'til I meet my defeat/
However, they say I can be what I wanna be, but thats not the case/
They constantly try and suit me up with a briefcase, feedin me fake tastes with which I don't agree with everyday/
I can't receive what I want, whatever the situation/
I'm forever dealin' with problems that I find difficult to give delineation/
Its frustratin' to find someone with the patience to sit and hear my ventilations/
So, I just think to myself and retain it hopin' it'll refrain from comin' out/
I put on the fake face everyday and walk out the house as happy as can be, while inside my demons tear at me, hindering my ability to live peacefully.......
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this just flows from Deuce's "rhyme" or whatever he'd like to call it, just a lil' spontaneous COLLABORATION: it starts with the last line of his rhyme...
...I put on the fake face evryday an walk out of the house as happy as can be, while inside my demons tear hindering myt ability to live peacefully...
WELL........
i can look n2 the windows 2 your soul...
i c that you still are n control
of life's marathon, life's matters
no- i won't find you... in the latter
body of skin & bones, scattered,
fallen to the streets and clatter.
y?
'cuz you have a GOOD heart
...and a GOOD mind
......and a GOOD mental!
Babe- live peaculy- i know you can
b'cuz...
what-a what-a what if
another scathing rebuttal
attempt to brain wahs is no longer subtle...
and it is an open sin?
desperation has set in
lookin' lik we r about to win---and
our independence,
our defense...
freedom's no longer in suspense.
negro girls and boys
who "the man" still employs
are keepin up alotta noise
tryna get uss off point,
without success, cause we aren't
gonna get back up in that joint,
watch dogs, the clock done struck
we're through even playing like we give a phuck
we're not lost nor color struck
we're straight
and our freedom cannot wait
we're straight
and our freedom canot wait
there's nothing left 2 debate
injustice's damned ghost
is out here alking post
but throughout the world, coast 2 coast
all that matter is the real
we've been made whole, so here's the deal
it's our time to spin the wheel
to be subjugated no more
to move out into the fore
go through liberation's door
the last vestiges of resistance
merely act as assistance
and stand up as victors
as we steadily go the distance
moving swiftly past the constrictors
fulfilling the predictions of the success predictors
black man,
live for tomorrow and not today
prepare for the future
look down that road of consequences and successes
for as much of a hassle it was to get that tassle,
black man, you rise and rest...
on the back of this educated black woman
who is also takin' the same damned test!
HOLLA AT YO GIRL!!!
...................i just had to write
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