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My energy is priceless but lately I been letting everyone pouch in like Tyson.
I was clueless that I was investing in sourceless Entities.
Allowing deposits from insignificant funds when I been giving out fortunes.
Extortion from the people I hold dear.
Depleting my shares for who would vanish when I need little bit care.
I been facing despair when no one is near.
I’ve become accustom to disappearing instead of asking for help cause for me, no one else is truly there.
A burden I came to bear but still lend a hand when I hear someone else cries.
Maybe it’s how I was raised.
My mother instilling me with generous ways.
Or I’m just a people pleaser that doesn’t know how to say no.
The most loyal or most stupidest.
A stewardess in pleasing but never in dismissing.
Maybe it’s a mission from divinity.
Embedding a large amount of empathy within me.
A coping mechanism to avoid my own vacancy.
Steadily engulfing myself in everyone else’s misery.
Knowingly knowing that the energy I receive take toll on me but I continue to indulge in things that’s no good for me.
I’m the biggest danger to me then any weapon formed against me.
Self inflected wounds that could of been avoided.
Mental trauma that still need to be sorted before else where involvement.
I just want to be dormant but everybody keep calling.
Purest
Your the purest skin but treated like the latter.
And black man we scattered.
My perception of us has shattered.
We suppose to be kings who uplift our queens but lately we been leading them to disaster.
And all I hear is laughter.
Jokes and games like we all wasn’t in chains.
We should be put to shame but we can never see the errors in ways.
We’re men, this how we’re train.
We received praise for what slay.
Never taught restraint.
How to deal with pain.
This is probably why we reciprocate in harsh ways.
Projecting it on our beautiful reflections.
Choosing lighter complexion cause they don’t call us out on our lack of direction.
I will never understand this disconnection.
I will never get the lack rage.
This boil the blood in my veins.
How we allow them to stand alone through all their agony and pain.
Down play all their accolades cause we hate to see them be great.
Hate see them achieve more than what we can equate.
What we bring to plate would deflate any mate who choose to engage.
Instead of upgrade we display hate to heal our ego that’s already in fragile state.
Then when we flip the tape and blame it on their traits.
The way we manipulate, irritates.
It’s time for a change of pace.
We’re so evolved but so primitive.
Powerful but still so broken.
A part of us is still stolen but it’s like we chosen to forget.
Masking it with hate and anger.
Our spirit is in danger.
Corrupted by different pigments or higher shades.
We are caged.
Not with bars but in our minds.
Boundaries higher than the Everest climb.
They would hate to see us at our prime so they attacked our pride.
Demoralize.
Then cast a gaze over our eyes.
And we think we’re alright cause we have fabric from different lands or material from deep within the land.
Unknown that we’re in quicksand without a branch .
Black Man
I’m black but also human.
I’m a man but I also have emotions.
Can’t show no fear but I’m freighted.
A bullet can come my way, from a cop or op that looks just like me.
Deep down, I struggle with that notion.
I want to see everyone grow.
Be the best that they can be but we fight these burdens of everyday life.
It’s layered on top of us.
Layers that prevents us from seeing our true self.
They say we’re hiding but we’re buried.
Suffocating, gasping for air but no one hears.
Or do they even care cause we’re men that are black and the odds are always stacked.


Trap Door
A cold breeze covering my chest, Sending chills down my spine.
Watching what we had fading like time easing.
Thought we were ever lasting but you’re forever changing.
Going from everything I want to nothing I need.
Should of listened to my friends, they saw it coming like a prophet.
Telling me to put my feelings in pocket.
Stay solid.
Watch who you fall for, but I can’t help who I fall for.
It’s like a trap door.
Stuck between these floors.
Can’t escape these flaws.
It’s like I’m coming home from war.
Post dramatic stress.
I don’t get a lot of rest cause when I see the sun set, I see you.