MOOR Life

Indescribable pain I keep saying I’m sane but really can’t be tamed.
Fighting these urges of falling into society.
Weed and liquor to cope I don’t know sobriety.
Writing is the only thing to get me by 
This is my canvas
Watch me paint a picture of young black nigga.
Book smart, street smart but still dumb according to white supremacy.
This young man sees no one as an enemy and they hate that.
Killing em with kindness they can’t take that. 
They want to see him popping bottles, sporting a wave cap.
Degrading his own women and men saying their pockets are thin. 
So many sins, how will he avoid them?
Just as he expected they tried to exploit him.
Claiming they found a chick from his past
who said he took the ass.
I remember her we were in the same Math class if I’m guilty then so are 100 other men I know of who had that.
Now that’s bad when our government aspires to make a black man with a black message seem like a liar. 
A thug, drug dealer, dead beat and killer. 
I bet when they hear those things immediately think NIGGER. 
You know the way they say it how it’s hurts our pride.
When our homies say it though we give them a 5.  
LOOK ALIVE!
We are witnessing mental slavery and at this point it’s a choice.
We have access to so much information and still there’s no voice.
No Malcolm, Martin or Marcus 
More concerned with Gucci, Louis or Chanel and y’all wonder why we fail.
Hope I go to heaven when I die, already living in hell.