I Just Don't Know Bruh

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You know right!
Before who says yes?
At least tell us her cute names
Don't tell me you ain't gat no ideas
What are you, crazy?

AdorableHer this, AdorableHer that
The test of time, the test of time for what?
For fun, right?
Why not shut up if you gat nothing else to write about?
I bet you can't even tell whether she's black or white

Out here, out of your mind, pretending you know what you're talking about
Busy playing games, our minds your PS, playground, huh?
Ignoring the attention we give your poetry, like we simply spend our days mooching about
Perhaps that's just your way of thanking us for sticking around, huh?
Another five paged piece filled with empty phrases, like nothing to really write home about

I mean who knows, it may not even be about us bruh
It might be that you've yourself on the agenda
Out here, tryna shine shine
When we all know fire flies shine brighter; I ain't tryna tease
I simply mean do you even have the guts to approach one of the least of these?

My bad! No offense though!
Jokes aside, at least let's get serious bro
All I need is nothing but a crystal clear explanation
You can keep the specifics, but at least provide a clear description
I hope you'll still love me if I list more than one specific question

I hate to interrupt, but honestly, I ain't so sure whether or not she's pretty dark
I mean who knows whether Princess Cutie is darker than darkness itself?
Making it hard for even herself to distinguish her own shadow from her pretty self
A perfect illustration of the Warm Heart's priceless unique beauty
Perfectly placed in this pretty part of the world by the Almighty

I mean, ain't so sure whether or not she's lighter than light itself
With her eyes shining brighter than brightness itself
Making you look as if you're always against the Warm Heart's development
Busy importing literally everything after being encouraged to Buy Malawian
I doubt any would even believe if her ID claimed she was Malawian

What if, though she ain't a pianist, she's buddies with the seemingly perfect, white dressed key D in our midst?
I mean what if just like the white key D, she hangs out with the black dressed sharp and flat keys, the Ds in our midst?
I mean if she only had one black key next to her, sharp F, I would at least cut her some slack
Yet if she can't move half a step, how do you expect her to move 3 halves and walk away; maybe she ain't so flexible?
As life's student, she gotta learn to adjust though; but if she can't move to F, then failure is inevitable

Get me right! I've never been, neither do I expect her to be perfect, having it all figured out
But what if she's a perfectionist, talking down to whoever doesn't have it all figured out?
What if it turns out her friends make her act as if she were perfect, thinking they got it all figured out?
Looking down on everyone who makes slight mistakes in their presence, laughing they don't have it all figured out
What if I later find out Her Majesty ain't nothing close to perfection, knowing she doesn't have it all figured out?

Hitching my wagon to a star, I at times wonder whether I'm everything but down to earth
Yet for those who say I should stop dreaming, I would ask but for one favour: please wake me up before I meet my death
As a freshman, I gotta admit I'm new to the field; with a week of orientations, please introduce me to this world of realities
I don't mind being your student, as long as you promise you'll always honour my views when I get my degree in five years
But if what I'm perceiving is more real than your reality, then you might as well come and take a nap; I hope you're all ears

Bishop Jakes says I don't have to know everything
Convincing me my faith functions best when I don't know a thing
I just don't know bruh! Nah! Not a thing!
He tells me life is a mystery, that's exactly why I need to believe even though my wide open eyes can't see anything
If certainty replaced the mystery and even in the evening everything was as clear as day, then I wouldn't have to believe a thing
An old man once told young Inky, he could neither speed up nor slow down a river, at a certain point he couldn't afford being faithless
I know each time I intentionally spill my ink on four to five pages, you're quick to draw conclusions, calling my blurred pictures a mess
I guess this time around you won't mind slowing down though; back to your artistic basics, sketches have never been the main thing; nevertheless
I know my lines ain't gat no substance; but trust me, the substance of things hoped for, is all I gat; this I gotta confess
"A virgin will bear a son", is all they knew; not even Joseph's wife thought Mary would be the virgin's name; makes sense?

Just ain't so sure whether or not I've answered any of your questions though; told you: I just don't know bruh!

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