stumblingblock
Swear this shit wasn't planned
Cerulean stain my fingers and hands
I'm in a darkwing, ducking speed traps and the scans
I'm not tryna have another traffic stop with the Klan
The red and blue make me nervous
Pray I'm not the next to be stolen from Earth
People I love, and higher purpose
Lately it's been consuming my mental
First time I got stopped-and-frisked on Drexel it seemed so inconsequential
The second one I awakened, the third one was invasive
The fourth, officer threatened to tase me for my impatience
Instead of writing a statement I tell it to you with rhythm and cadence
I dream of watching them crumble, I'm eager for their replacement
I'm sick of seeing their faces, and the way my heart races
From locked gazes and casual conversations
Know hella people who're quietly satisfied with the stasis
But loudly taking from our culture and occupying our spaces
I see it daily, no exaggeration
No longer causes me agitation, think I'm cold to it now
Same moderate that Dr. King told us about
I temper my expectations cuz I know what they bout
I'm 4-0, still living and learning, inferno under me burning
My cerebellum is churning, my journal pages are turning
I don't share em too often but all these thoughts been exhausting
To keep within me, sometimes it feel like they're holding me hostage
I'm not here for your pity, really just wanted to vent
Feeling more at peace but still I'm far from content
Mom and dad, if you're listening, I promise I'm good
Been a minute since they stopped me last, knock on wood
Cerulean stain my fingers and hands
I'm in a darkwing, ducking speed traps and the scans
I'm not tryna have another traffic stop with the Klan
The red and blue make me nervous
Pray I'm not the next to be stolen from Earth
People I love, and higher purpose
Lately it's been consuming my mental
First time I got stopped-and-frisked on Drexel it seemed so inconsequential
The second one I awakened, the third one was invasive
The fourth, officer threatened to tase me for my impatience
Instead of writing a statement I tell it to you with rhythm and cadence
I dream of watching them crumble, I'm eager for their replacement
I'm sick of seeing their faces, and the way my heart races
From locked gazes and casual conversations
Know hella people who're quietly satisfied with the stasis
But loudly taking from our culture and occupying our spaces
I see it daily, no exaggeration
No longer causes me agitation, think I'm cold to it now
Same moderate that Dr. King told us about
I temper my expectations cuz I know what they bout
I'm 4-0, still living and learning, inferno under me burning
My cerebellum is churning, my journal pages are turning
I don't share em too often but all these thoughts been exhausting
To keep within me, sometimes it feel like they're holding me hostage
I'm not here for your pity, really just wanted to vent
Feeling more at peace but still I'm far from content
Mom and dad, if you're listening, I promise I'm good
Been a minute since they stopped me last, knock on wood
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Writer(s): Dyshod Moro, Benjamin Imani Glover
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