Every time i took that step, i walk'd blindly…Unknowing of what the
future will bring, but don't remind me…
I didn't want to reflect on
how nothing goes right, but the mirror sees me…
Believe me, facing the truth aint easy…
And yes, I'm the truth, but I tell myself lies…
Real eyes realize I've set my self behind…
Then I turn myself around, see the reverse of my mind…
…Blindly walk I, step- that- take- -I- time- Every…
or is it every time I take? Ah sh*t, my minds heavy…
Whirl winding to hurricane my levy…
Face and features of African slaves, American made like a Chevy…
A blood stream of venom, body poisoned to the core…
Metaphors shape shift while hatred pours out my pores…
fu*k a fore score,
I didn't need four fathers to birth… If we metal Lincoln's achievements, I guess I'll swallow my worth…
Pennies for your thoughts, racism engulfed in copper…
I'm an upstanding sister, I don't need a lynching to correct my posture…
and He's not on a roster, just 'cause he might be 6'3 and wear a jersey don't mean he plays a sport…
And no he's not a Rasta; his long locks of hair represent him not cutting hisself short…
No room? So I contort,
fold away my pressures inside…I'm a combustion of civil rights symbolism, why do you think I'm still alive…
I've taken knives and still survived, I still thrive,
and yet,
I feel fine… And I will find a path to the divine,
Almighty God of mine when it's my time to shine…
Pause…
I'll take a step back to reality to face death like Jason's mask
… I'm embodying my race into a faceless task…
The dance of death leads to the running of the wild,
while some fox trot…
I've invested my life into my heritage…
but there will never,
I repeat,
never, be a stock drop…
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