Concrete steps in the east direction
Scrapes and burns
warned out shoes
conjured hopelessness within my soul
the goals
and dreams
seems to be distant like Bridgeport
to the Long Island Sound
grounded by the usual
can't be casual
blunt and obvious
but the color folks still oblivious
cater to the color
cater to the heritage
but the world needs the now
not homage to the ancestors
Seeing flags of pride
the demise of their own fall
Now open your eyes
Let your spirit color fly
Let your soul shine through
Your not indigenous to God
Let the godly ways seem indigenous to you.
Away the coats
of flesh and muscle
all the hustle and hustle
tires the chuck meats within the guts
Legs torn in two directions
follow the heart beats
featured DJ Mind
Since the beginning of time
the electronic age existed through Neurons
and flesh machines
so I seek these
the spirit walkers
the inspirational talkers
that lights my path to enlightenment
tired of the false profits
and fake artists
selfish to serve themselves
in a hungry world.
Barter if you don't have money
We on a mission to save the girl.
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