saving youI want to be there on the day you get shotsaving you
So I can throw my body wantonly in front of the bullet
to save myself from having never saved you
But I won’t be there that day or any day in your long or short
future and you sure aren’t grieving
You’re leaving, you’re no longer rising, now setting my sun
and heading, my son, into the tiny unknown
I don’t ever want to have a kid but if I did I hope
he’d be like you but he wouldn’t be, would he because you
live on another earth
I&
anybodyI want to be a starving writer with a suede journal that spits beautiful complaints about the progress of the revolution with seven plastic black cords wrapped around my wrist and spikey hair a hunger for more writing, more catastrophe and more more more angry like a black panther at a world that fucked me over in obvious and empathetic ways unrest and discontent and faith that my words and my letters and my black gel ink pen from a corporate manufacturer can save the world in some soul or some slam or some something because what can i do if i can't rap, i can't write, i can't sing or dance or speak black aanybody
ona mapbig gersh big gersh ya already knowona map
can’t handle my heat best get out my class
big gersh ya know up in the N.O. goun flow/ like dis
big gersh from seattle/ ya already know I aint even hafta battle lil boys in the N.O.
you think you know me?/ think im fakin' it? white? english is powa, bra/ i be speakin it right
what, you 16?/ you still up in the 8? ain’t long til you locked up/ ward of the state
think you don’t have to listen/ or to pay me no mind ain’t no skoo can teach y
Devious Journal Entry
and i only make pretty people look pretty in pictures.
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je reclame
la liberte a
grands cris
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visbot.net
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whatever i just said was probably a lie
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how little I know, how much less when I thought I knew it all.
and much of it i like
and some of it i don't
so don't care because i know you shouldn't
just keep writing
keep seeking
keep finding
keep learning
peace be the journey
see you 'round
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how little I know, how much less when I thought I knew it all.
thanks for finding the good in it
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whatever i just said was probably a lie
See ya aruond
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:::Safe in the wide open arms of hell:::
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