Suburban Love
I mean
It's unsettling you know
My view of love, throughout the years has become somewhat non-existential
Love has gown to be dependent on the pigment of one's physical being and
I, I had my mindset on my love being accepted as is, like it was in the hood, you know
I imagined that "let's hide from everyone else and keep it to ourselves" type of love
But that was hard to find
Readjusting myself,
Trying to focus on my wealth.
I told mama I need strength
Because being black is pain that is stealth.
They want your being to be well
But never take the time to check
I realised this at a younger age
My hunger gave
Knowledge to my guttered brains
When I'm hurt I utter names
I blame utter rage
See nower days
I just complain
Because life's are not the same
I watched the other kids
And how they mothers give
Freedom of love and I desired this
From age of 6
I asked the man above
Real things
At 16
My big dreams
Came true
You see my mama gave me
The freedom of dating
It's funny how that never changed shit
Coz, I was still in a society
Of hood mentality
Where civil love never breeds
All it does is see immature ns breath
They rebuke you for loving and don't respect your home
Treat girls like nothing and forget your soul
I'm glad I became something, didn't sell my soul
I didn't sell my soul.
It's unsettling you know
My view of love, throughout the years has become somewhat non-existential
Love has gown to be dependent on the pigment of one's physical being and
I, I had my mindset on my love being accepted as is, like it was in the hood, you know
I imagined that "let's hide from everyone else and keep it to ourselves" type of love
But that was hard to find
Readjusting myself,
Trying to focus on my wealth.
I told mama I need strength
Because being black is pain that is stealth.
They want your being to be well
But never take the time to check
I realised this at a younger age
My hunger gave
Knowledge to my guttered brains
When I'm hurt I utter names
I blame utter rage
See nower days
I just complain
Because life's are not the same
I watched the other kids
And how they mothers give
Freedom of love and I desired this
From age of 6
I asked the man above
Real things
At 16
My big dreams
Came true
You see my mama gave me
The freedom of dating
It's funny how that never changed shit
Coz, I was still in a society
Of hood mentality
Where civil love never breeds
All it does is see immature ns breath
They rebuke you for loving and don't respect your home
Treat girls like nothing and forget your soul
I'm glad I became something, didn't sell my soul
I didn't sell my soul.
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Writer(s): Sipho Sono
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