I’m the only thing standing between me and my goals.
An afterimage of who i used to be
Who’s only capable of being offended at who’s next
His only words are can’t, won’t and never could
Compared to the quiet confidence of what’s to come
It’s like rain against a windshield
It’ll only block your view if you refuse to brush it aside.
I just wish i didn’t feel more like the old man
Instead of the new creation I prayed to become
The former failure of a flawed human being seeking
Perfection by any means necessary.
I’m just hoping that beyond my own eclipse
lies the glory of a sun rising over a new era
I pray that everything the light touches is
Worth every ounce of darkness i’m fleeing now.
She got me up all night
As if dreaming lost it’s attractiveness
Once I found her in my waking hours
Seems like i’m an insomniac for the sake of
trading texts in the hopes of interpreting
feelings out of shorthand translations
I’d love to share a sunrise without being
separated by time and tangible space
If only to see if your a smaller moon to the
light of God, reflecting rays of righteousness
while controlling my ebb and blood flow
No wonder why my heart beats at your behest
Request my lungs to lend your their air and i’d
easily become as breathless as the day we met
See you got me where you want me especially
when you refuse to clue me in as to whether
you’re willing to invest your worth in more than
artistic collaborations, i want this partnership
to become habitual, until my ribcage wants to
trade places with your own just to claim a
permanent place near where your heart calls home.
But you wouldn’t believe me if I said I was in love
I’ve uttered similar statements as curses to others and
i’d rather be damned if it’ll save you from a repeat.
I’m still hoping to open my phone and see that in fact
I’m not the only one willing to take a chance on a we.
I want to be the reason why you fall asleep with your phone in your hand.(via the-psycho-cutie)
Talk to me about Patriotism
When your land of the free lowers its price.
Talk to me about Brotherhood
When you no longer fear my skintone.
Talk to me about God
When you stop quoting Him out of context.
Talk to me about Justice
When you repay a 400 year old debt.
Until you’re ready to speak on what matters
Hold your tongue.
Until you’re ready to do more than tweet
Scroll past this piece.
When revolution becomes a song you can’t suppress
Then i’ll accompany your march with a cadence
When freedom is no longer a contradiction
Then i’ll happily call you comrade.
When happiness is no longer limited by class
Then i’ll share your American dream
When the playing field is leveled out evenly
Then I’ll consider you teammate instead of competition
But don’t ask me to grant you this privilege
a second sooner.
My patience wears thin as worn out rags.
You’re running out of time.
Tupac died at 25. If Malcolm X died at 25 he would have been a street hustler named Detroit Red. If Martin Luther King died at 25 he would’ve been known as a local baptist preacher. And if I had died at 25 I would’ve been known as a struggling musician. Only a sliver of my life’s potential.
Quincy Jones (via sunflobrwn)
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