Happy new year depression
it’s just me and you again
finding new ways to explore the connection
generosity what is it?
is it mom cooking for strangers in the kitchen?
is it one day without pain and sickness?
fighting to survive the new version of mankind
working full time struggling to pay my bills, popping pills, faith kills
went from heavy thinker to heavy drinker
once again on the brink of suicide
darkness paints realms inside my mind
violent by design unless I find something to supplement my next high
fighting time, struggling to stay alive
back to the point I don’t believe there’s a god
don’t you think that’s kind of odd
since I’ve spent years talking about the strength of our bond?
gone baby gone is the illusion of freedom of expression
making America great again
through systematic oppression
arrogance stopped us from taking heed to previous lessons
ostrich heads buried in the sand
until the epidemic scurried in the hands of those not affected
murders of my people where considered clandestine
until cellphones popped the pandemic
finally did America believe these klans meant it
generations lusting off the blood fetish
cultural appropriation took away our one weapon
well, I got my guns loaded come get it
let the bullets fly
I love my people, bear witness
I won’t stop until we’re cured of the sickness
and the oppressors recognize our image