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Step by step,  I lie knee deep in depth,  purify my faults but I restore my confidence and awake, and awke,  dwell 2 see another day, display what I betray,  put on that felicitous face absorb all of the pain,  emit my grace,  emit positivity,  face all the possibilities,  remain who I am but adaptable 2 change,  rearrange my priorities,  but ill abstain,  the vain

they told me I would amount 2 nothing, their words would impact my dreams, they adressed me as if I were no-one, which provoked my inner screams, and I screamed and screamed, but only loud enough 4 me 2 hear, but what I wasn't so certain of, is if they could see through me so clear, and there I was standing as transparent as a freshly wiped window, not as exposed as I thought I was but visible enough 2 make a difference, it was obvious that I was in pain, obvious that I was struggling 2 stay sane, in complete dislocation, I was living in total vain, ....my movements were circumscribed, I was stuck, but who are they 2 ridicule me when my thin strings are being plucked, who are they 2 intimidate me when they're in their beds at night safely tucked, who are they 2 judge me, who are they? just people that I let restrain me from my goals, people of robust, so I strike back once just 2 recriminate, then retreat 2 my room and wait 4 them 2 retaliate, just when I think that I can look back 2 where I've been, I wake up 2 another morning when it all happens again,

They say who do you think you are, with your keyboard and your guitar, and all the other fancy equipment, and the t-shirt that says rockstar, who do you think you are, you know that you can't sing, wearing the pick earings and chained jeans, that's not a black thing, you're turning your back against your race, you should embrace your African heritage, go back to the African way, await to receive the inheritance, but I say that the slaves slaved away, for us to be who we are today, my vision is not in black and white, my vision is up to date, and all of the music genres that we keep on repeat, have inherited some kind of trend from the African drum beats, and so I'm not turning my back away and proclaiming the culture done, I'm just focusing on the future and what it has become

They tried to paint a collage of this so called perfect world, but decided to leave out the not so perfect adolescent pregnant girl, the alcoholic on the corner holding a liquor bottle, and the druggie in the alley going at it full-throttle, oh they forgot to include the homeless that are starving, I guess the artist didn’t want anything realistic in what they were carving, what about the unemployed musicians that are singing on the street, I say that’s nothing but ambition I can feel it from my soul down to my feet, defeat’s not in their vocabulary they decide to keep on living, you may think otherwise but that’s only your opinion, NO! THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING! So why are you giving up this early, yearning for the addiction that’s internally burning, earning your rightful name, providing the energy to ignite the dominating flame, it’s all the same. Your life compared with theirs, the similarities are bold and you simply can’t bear, I see that you can’t accept it I see that you’re livid, But the truth is this may be new to you but they seem to live it.

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