as a youth, studied the truth, but
rapidly realized that it always escapes;
deceit comes in vibrant but my retina
is color blind, therefore i can't see;
no black and white only shades of gray;
nights where gun spray was my sedative;
bedtime lullabies made it easy to fabricate
alibi's for police replies;
as i write tonight to document the truth
of the darkness, after midnight's stories
of drugs, sex, and violence;
caught up in the wildness, loving the violin
sheltered by the wilderness, the life of
a beast released to break bread in the streets
with bums, thugs, thieves and fowl, but
that's not me; even though I'm treated like
the #1 enemy;
righteous is the path, however forgotten dreams
are the waters I soak in my bath;
as i write tonight, concepts depart my flesh
with absent death from no respect;
ask and you shall receive, speak and the stars and moon
will listen, while family and friends pretend
to hear what makes my soul bleed as I plead,
but only end up with my blood depleted, leaked
on the pavement because blacks are the ones
that won't relate to this....