.:R[AC]E:.

Trying hard to grasp the fact that all you think the same,
Swallow waters you tread only thing that runs deeply is your vein,
Insolent character's try to characterize me there's the irony,
I Empathize not sympathize with my people of color,
Far from narrow minded unlike you narrowed nose blue eye mutha fuckers,
The instant your eyes grace my temple that dressed in these thickly woven dreads and
a skin completion
that’s browned nicely without the hidden fees,
You automatically begin to think poisoned thoughts that no immunization shot can prevent,
So let me address your thoughts I am the BLACK plague without the cure!

.:Down[fall]:.

Listen,

I hate me, I dont like me...

[Screaming to myself]

"What do you want from me?"

My eye's add on a extra 10 pounds to thee reflection I see,

My dreads aren't growing fast enough,

My pants are to tight,

NO! There to damn loose,

I'm So sad, in your words depressed,

I wanted to tell you but I just didn't know how...

I hate my walk,

The sound that exscapes my presence that informs you its me,

I wanna Cry...

But where is the strenght I prayed to be there deep inside me, one that seems to be in place,

I hate my JOB...

It feeds me, It please me, It dress me, and it there for me...

So once again?

What's wrong with me,

I lay in my bed everyday praying God would just tease me with a purpose of my LIFE...

Im find less and less reason.....