Word: Promise
I feel
lighter than money
cool, im
sippin' it
----the cool say
I dreamed a
dream of cool passion
and moon sent
delivered in
deliverance
I heal through
membrance
"We
couldn't see the stars
so we threw up
our own" he said
Now we got our
own
killin' our
own- I read
Books explain
why the crooks
be crooks
and why my
people's smiles stay
crook
ed
We be hooked-in
the imagery of
the broke-in
that's that
reality tv shit
fuckin' with
our perception
got us thinkin' real
is
a cold bed of
wanders tryin'
to find a found dream
hell
haunted on the
backs of open legs
and hands
throwin' up
callin'
oneself supreme
uncommonly
common is the new theme
Frank Ocean
said it was a one man's cause
so he must not
fuck with that one man's laws
And I be scorn
again
be that angry
black woman
because I
can't become
the remedy, of
a broken reality
that shit dead
What if I shot
the sheriff
for all the
misbled blood
and hung him
high
enough to see
dead little
girl's panties
danglin' on
trees
and bodies
being broke open
by aimless
cylinders ablaze
led by lost
thoughts
trailed by
troubled haze
and mother's
hearts falling
quicker than
running teardrops
while their
worries run faster
tryin' to make
way
And who said
Sodom and Gomorrah
was all that damn
bad
I much rather
live amongst free love
than the land
of the dead
And aint that
where we is
with all this
self-denying finger pointing
hatred?
We be sippin'
on that maddening world-
What she say?
"I don't
hear [shit] but maddening screams
and the soft
strains of death..."
You promised
me
a freedom
postto insure
some blessing of liberty
said if I
agree I'd be insured domestic tranquility
the best lie
was the promotion of general welfare
because the lawless
lawmakers
don't care
thus I've
created a new promise
deviated from
a blood country's platform norm
aint no need
to confirm or follow
my promise
aint ratified by the heartless or hollow
merely a claim
for my stolen dignity
So, fuck a
promise
I'll claim my
own free
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