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letra de in the dark - theebmansa

how can you not see me
i stand here like my clothing is hi-vis
you don’t hear me when i speak
is it something that i missed
no acknowledgement when eyes lock
just fake smiles and rude stares
these rhythms come from my blues but you never seem to care
you hide behind a mask but not one for public health
your mask is cunning , devilish , for ego of self
every four years you come around to take us off the shelf
right before you put us back in a box of , f-ck you n-ggеrs thought
no real progress just symbolic victories
trick knowlеdge to your targeted communities
keep your real motives a mystery
smoke and mirrors
parlor tricks and gimmicks
tidbits of truth tied in a web of deception
but we intercepted the reception
did you think from sea to sea that we dolphins wouldn’t whale on you sharks
you’re out of your depth, charting in tainted waters
i hope you can hold your breath because i’m done holding mine
like the calm before the severe storm
lights blinking
look a yellow caution sign, sirens on

time for you to run and hide
it’s a changing of the tide
but i’m still in the dark like an invisible man
in a room full of people who sees him as less than human
silencing, and hijacking movements
watching, and critiquing movements
dehumanizing down to his hue man
policing brown bodies like who mad you the sun
when mines is breathless from a gun
lifeless, under constant occupation
and terrorized but it ain’t isis
traumatized yet just trying to live
so let me be, and let me free
but i’ve been feeling like some ancestors for sometime
need to leave america and decompress my mind
i have no faith in you or your lies
but i can’t afford to fly
i can’t afford a lot
seems my lot in life is a struggle between prison and sh-t wages
where i’m from that constant drought seems to be the rule
some have made it out
others burnt out, and have heat exhaustion
losing track of time
but i’ve been in the wilderness for some years
i’m dying of thirst, but i can’t drink my tears
the waters poison
can’t keep pose i suppose they rather i die slow
i’m in a constant state of flight or fight
preparing a letter for the night
suicide or ransom note
while my brother spills the blood of another in the same boat
slowly losing hope
when we’re just left in the dark looking for ways to cope
lady liberty is guilty of the worse sins but she refuses to repent
a bunch of empty promises, robbing me, collecting dead
but she ain’t worth these red cents
she i resent
so i get bent

- theebmansa

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