by Aaron Smith
I tried to put into words the emotion
The true devotion
That drives the heart and mind behind
Us.
Words are failing
My thoughts prevailing
All the crazy inside
Seeping out
Derailing
Any hope of trying to
Explain, I’m dying to
Make some sense, for me and you
These thoughts just won’t come through
But I will go on
To build upon
When all hope is gone
Maybe there is one
Little piece of hope
That helps you carry on.
I know what it’s like
I know what it’s like
The first time I got shot at
Man, that was chill
The second time I got shot at
Man, that was ill (can I say that?)
The first time my bro died in a gunfight-
Fuck how you feel
Tears in his momma’s eyes
Tears in his momma’s eyes
Pain made me who I am today
Rage gave me what I need to say
I’m tired, man, of just every day
Trying just to survive and just stay
Positive
But still to live
In some semblance of
Not a suicidal bitch-
Too much?
But frankly I’m so tired
Tired of false indignation
False indignation on IG while on Fucking Vacation
So wear your clothes
And wipe your nose
Or fuck your hoes
Sand in your toes
And sound alarms
While doing arms
In an air conditioned gym-
*Yeah bro, I’m talking to you*
I just want some reality
Not TV, not Media, just fucking reality
Are you with me humanity?
I want to feel like it’s not just night stars and me-
Kindness and the warmth of a happy embrace
Smile on a face
Regardless of race
Is it too late?
Maybe.
Well…
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