There is so much shit on my mind at the current moment.
I’m looking for atonement In moments I wish I could expose it Glock locked and loaded Under the clothes that I’m holding Posing, maxing and relaxing until the enemies start attacking They don’t know that I’m packing so I start blasting Amazing I’m blazing, Leaving a trail like Africans that are Asian Persuasion, different verbatim when creating Words sacred I’m a make it Awakened, my mind gets brolic Feening for knowledge Like bottles for alcoholics…
Don’t even ask me what that was. Damn I miss Hip-Hop music.
I could ask the world questions, but why when I have the answers and others do not know how to answer?
I am stuck in this society, stuck in this world. A place I do not belong. I am told I can be great, or will be great, but why would I want to be. Not in the sense of not excelling at what I do, but in the sense that being something great is often a title that carries unnecessary baggage. It is one of the things that weigh heavily upon my mind. I am haunted by something manifested by other people put into my mind. I have looked at my actions and really have to be honest with myself as to why I do the things I do.
I could ask the world questions, but why when I have the answers and others do not know how to answer?
I love tattoos because I love pain. It is the driving force to my creativity and my life. I no longer cry unless it is completely uncontrollable. I feel every amount of pain I deal with is the ingredient to me being whom I am. The pain I feel is the product of this culture and society. I face the fact I have issues that I understand, and use those issues and the pain caused by those issues to push myself beyond, the norms and values or beliefs of what a person should be or how a person should live their life.
I could ask the world questions, but why when I have the answers and others do not know how to answer?
People like to call me blessed, well I am not blessed everything I have, is everything I have earned. For all the good things there are twice the bad things that add up to create
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