Today, I Wrote Nothing

Blank page Staring off into the distance Nothing in my mind The wind blows me kisses Gaps in my teeth I might need to see a dentist Marxist life, the goal's go get out the trenches Where we at they say are Slums Where we at we reap their wrongs My skin tone Determine What type of song Hood gangster, street thug All names we grow to accept All names they throw at us February pass like new tets New Year, set goals some I never got to test Cause where I'm at I really can't be me My lineage oppressed Culture stripped from the very less left Champagne on the oceans For all my black people that's dead Staring at this tree It represent everything life be From the lyrics to my type-beats Life a follow-through of my heart-beat As a man, this earth is hard on me Western pressures grow intensively Sat at the blank wall intentionally Analytics internationally Dream of travel, this sphere spin differently Pray my history not forgotten These words like several trees in my garden Heaven-sent Angels protect my heart that's parted Divided my people for coercion A slave's hard labour Compared to the voices that keep running Mass shift in these walls Colonialism thaws Interracial marriage Only time you see Dr. Umar call My cell phone's on 0 percent Water been faint from the heat New ground for a new reach I admit maybe my skin's not meant for me I admit Today...