It’s uncanny, I’m looking twice and only half as sharp
Being mislead because I don’t know where leadership starts
The whithering of a lightless candle in a burning home
This is the unexpected, as it visits you alone
From the courts I withdraw like Serena durring her pregnancy
Laws are the fabric that maintain slavery as a legacy
Since when was self defense considered anarchy
While child predators are walking free?
It’s like a quilt over your eyes, fabricated….
As a guy, hurt was never authenticated
Boy and Man paradigms never got separated
We bleed into the night , the color of our disparity cloaking us
With the furious day choking us
The tides of change approaching us
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Cuz we got no limit like those rapper dudes who don’t believe in parameters
Only difference, we don’t coon around like amatures
In fact we discuss like sitting around a table moderated by Chuck Todd
Discussing relationships, power and God
How we’re up to good and everyone thinks it’s odd
The irony is people who deny Hell think that denial will make it less firey
I did muhasabah, and my calculations equaled anxiety
Shaking on a rock, better yet chilling like a gla-ci-er
I’ve spent days here looking for tayseer
Confidence is upstaging your prior self hiking the standard for nobody else because to you, perfection is honed higher
You only get admired after you walk across fire
That handout wasn’t a help line, it was a hotwire
As charity turns to laundering, complacency becomes security, clarity survives dire
Like a need whose
Complicit thoughts draw ire
Explicit talks spawn desire
In America you’re either Charlie Sheen or John Cryer
What’s the belief of the faithless
To scheme on shorties until they get a face lift
Bullied before now she’s on your baitlist
We don’t love, were affectively makeshift
If I’m wrong prove it
Now then
Along you can move it
So many clones out here you can troop it
The stupid claim to be homophobic but keep their pants drooping
And male and female are only equal if the man isn’t on top of what he’s supposed to be doing
Because if cheeks come easy, there’s no longing for improving
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