Woke.

Never had to smoke any amount of weed to reach levels of enlightment...

Man up above stays as my only insightment...

A walking prophecy, despite this, this general keeps conquering...

Never felt like I hit a peak, mind keeps pondering...

Sleeping somber, drifting soul, built stone cold through the mold...

Stayed shooting stanzas, never the one for bullet holes...

Always had dreams of a different reality, one where my fellow black men weren't suffering casualties...

Vastly imagined because perfection are fantasies...

Always bothered me how people brushed by it so casually...

 

Like if it was today's topic, like if we were just supposed to roll with it...

People can't change as a whole if society can't grow with it...

We say we keep our lives explicit, but we limit our speech on what we do and say...

Founding fathers set up the foundation for democracy but nothing's really free today...

Is it really okay?... I question it, and so I doubt it so...

Nobody says shit like this and puts it up just for show...

The way I write is my astral projection of mental thoughts...

The ones that you're searching for are locked up behind a mental vault...

Government doesn't oppress you, you try to suppress yourself...

And when people like me try to speak some truth, you question my mental health...

People have been incarcerated for years, locked behind bars since forever...

So as a human being, are you just going to give up and surrender?...

 

Trezzy...