I'm becoming everything I was afraid I already was, just waiting for
yall to catch up, my vocal chords lungs and soul make me half black,
with white privilege it's hard for yall to cut me some slack, so what
I'm a gay rapper singer songwriter who smokes pot, what sort of talent
passion skill ambition or dreams do u got, I'm self aware and conscious,
brave enough to talk openly and honestly about taboo topics, expressing
personal private intimate thoughts and experiences, without
the crippling fear of fighting censorship discriminatory hate and other
interferences, overwhelming me with help love and worry, but when I
come collecting too intense yall run away in a hurry, I'm tired of being
used and abused, i can't even see which path is true, cuz I'm consumed
and entombed by my lustful infatuation with dudes, who are lost in pain
so they're guarded too, but now their insecurities have been
empathically infused, i dont wanna lose my witts with the overindulgence
of herb and booze/brews, def avoid watching the news, am I supposed to
suffer to be the world's muse, I'm just so fucking confused!
Peace and 1,
Joe Conscious
(10/5/14)
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