“…because you figure/you gonna older/way longer/than you gonna be younger.”
-Sheek Louch
make sure to get copies of medical records
from here going forward tragic irony
brown people have Vitamin D deficiency
when our skin naturally absorbs the most sun
migrated to places where soul is frozen
every breath used to warm up the inside
provide oxygen to bring words outside
we have given ourselves unhealthy habits
in a quest to find original tribe
how can the blood be fine
when after a shower still feel dirty
are we worthy of prosperous dreams
needing to move nihilism
trapped in our own prisons
won’t release brothers
rather slowly bleed than heal leaking wounds
call that love
when you would light a dub
but wouldn’t break bread for some grub
get you in the club
but won’t shield you from a stomp or slug
am I my brother’s reaper
feeding him poison instead of power
getting saucy is sweet
but better when brain is all sour
hard to build a nation
when you can’t lay enough bricks to construct
non cipher negativity
leaves you ready to self destruct
reluctant to realize until pitiful gritty
run in front of everywhere you can’t run from
objective opinion declaring truth about your dominion
why do you let your holy temple be scarred and tagged
faded murals in your lungs
leaving mausoleum for memories
waiting to be resurrected and remembered
from a gaseous graveyard
hope floats along
a clogged up tapon
flowing through palpitations in Corazon
love takes 3 day weekends there occasionally
but no longer because stress made the rent too high
brain been occupied by youthful fantasies
that will never come true
too lazy to argue
just sulk and lean
until sunset drops on forgettable dreams
still clinging underneath eyelids
curious if you just peek
will motivate the muscles atrophied by inaction
towards experiencing the satisfaction of redefinition
witnessed up close manifested a miracle
hunger irresistible
convincing you something must
be happening
with that lump in your jaw
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