I've found the meaning of life
It didn't take long
I ain't have to look hard, just took one bus straight to 17th and broad
Meditated on the words of Saul Williams and Paul Dunbar
Started seeing numbers instead of stars
Through skin pass scars
Witness beeping colors instead of hearts
Studied, comprehend and pass on every single thought
Individual letter wrapped around my skull, formed new poems, turning my mind into its own
Destructive piece of art
Was able to answer my own questions on how to cut my own section Out of Americas Shrinking pie
Long story short, I just followed the study guide
Then walked outside
Looked the first white man I saw square in the eyes and said
"You can't hide shit from me sir"
That game you think you bout to play
I know how it goes
So you might as well go rip your script
This shit is fixed
And for once I'm coming out on top
Now of course this poor civilian had no idea what I was talking about, so to make himself feel "comfortable"
He gave me a dollar. And said God bless
Before I knew it... I was in a nigga moment.
My inner voice zapping
"Ohhh! my nigga ohhh! dead ass, he better thank God I just read about them poets b..."
still not sure why my inner voice is a New Yorker
I just nodded and kept going
New found focus
My singular purpose
I began to analyze what surrounded me
And the best way to describe what I saw was
A south Philly setup
Whatever "It" they chased that once seemed promising and bright
Morphed into the black hole that allowed their days to succumb to their nights
With one impulsive turn around the wrong corner
Are tattooed by red beams
Immortalized on tees
Heavy smoke now fills a once bright scene
And from the ashes rising
Nightmares that reality brings
As they stay stuck in this trap, waiting for the Phoenix to finally spread its wings
Waiting for the same to never be the same
With no will to again attempt a change
Do get what I mean?
Naw like really, have you already seen what I now see?
If so, than tell me
Tell me my nigga
How the fuck do you go on pretending this grass is green?
Like Blood ain't still on the leaves?
Like papa ain't hang from those trees
Those Trees, they use to build coffins instead of books for future a me to read
How do you convince yourself that holding signs
And, marching in the damn street
Gonna actually bring results we need?
When they laughing at us on plush seats hand on button waiting for us to test our own reach
These "white" mother fuckers lazy bro
American in 2017
Just high def reruns of their favorite 80s scenes
Incite these riots
Insert new drug
Kill a couple blacks....
Fuck it just cuz
While electing an entertainer to lead
And that's how you achieve
The REAL AMERICAN DREAM
Population control hidden under words like
"Cleaning up the streets"
All built on our willingness to fall in line with their scheme
But everyone you know "Woke" right?