“People involved in a revolution don’t become part of the system; they destroy the system… The Negro revolution is no revolution because it condemns the system and then asks the system it has condemned to accept them…” -Malcom X
I be angry about time
Sometimes
Drop some phat rhymes
Thout a rhythm
I slither
IM IN UM
Come hither
I bitter today
Spades laid over garden wall
Taller memories have escaped me
Cat got your mother tongue
While we speak for fun
I sing hymns to greet
Coals under my feet
Grace
The thunder awoke my sensibilities
Psilocybin my sensitivities
Ill be reborn again
I keep prayin
I keep saying God
Under a hoodie
Nearly 30
I need to make moves for good
Plans to escape the hood
I keep asking daily
Only answer is maybe