Black
Indifference
Black is not a colour it's a shade
Black is like a person a person without a name
Black is living life with eyes forever glazed
Black the closest path the nearest one to your grave
They say
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
To me
The blacker the feelings the deeper your pain
Waiting for some hope till you're going insane
A puppet to your mind and you're the one to blame
Black was so productive yeah black was so destructive
It had me in control but nothing seemed to function
Like playing on the game where you can't push the buttons
Till you're starring in a play your life is the production
It had me in a dream working twice as hard as the team
Just to get rid of my teens
Didn't know what the day was on
Moving so I didn't stop
Black disguise as pink
While I'm looking for a K to pop
It's incredible
Like it really is incredible
I only say you're credible till I think your work is credible
In profit or it's legible
Feelings were amiss so to me you're just a stepping tool
See that's the thing about mental health puts you in a mental hell
But if you acting mental then no one seems to fucking help
Screaming in my head till my tears filled the deepest well
Trapped in the open jail
So what's a penny for your thoughts when your thoughts aren't worth a penny
Mindless when I speak body feeling heavy
My words affecting many to many my heart is heavy
Black is cyclical black it has no end
Like people chasing trends or my niggas stuck in their ends
Feelings hella Messi I circle the number 10
It's to finish where you start
Or to start where you end
See I contemplated making this
Or really even saying shit
Gather by the fire so you can really take it in
Sharpening my pen I'll do my best to describe it
Cause black is not a colour but black is why I'm making this
Black is not a feeling it's almost like you're dreaming
Like time took a stop while you're staring at your demons
I mean
Black it has no meaning
Hiding with no seeking like stretching out your hand but no one sees you reaching
Black is picking up the phone
Calling to yourself to leave a message at the tone
Cause you're feeling like a clone like a
Head high heads high my mind's on a drone
So I ask you again
What's the opposite of hope
Black is not a colour it's a shade
Black is like a person a person without a name
Black is living life with eyes forever glazed
Black the closest path the nearest one to your grave
They say
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
To me
The blacker the feelings the deeper your pain
Waiting for some hope till you're going insane
A puppet to your mind and you're the one to blame
Black was so productive yeah black was so destructive
It had me in control but nothing seemed to function
Like playing on the game where you can't push the buttons
Till you're starring in a play your life is the production
It had me in a dream working twice as hard as the team
Just to get rid of my teens
Didn't know what the day was on
Moving so I didn't stop
Black disguise as pink
While I'm looking for a K to pop
It's incredible
Like it really is incredible
I only say you're credible till I think your work is credible
In profit or it's legible
Feelings were amiss so to me you're just a stepping tool
See that's the thing about mental health puts you in a mental hell
But if you acting mental then no one seems to fucking help
Screaming in my head till my tears filled the deepest well
Trapped in the open jail
So what's a penny for your thoughts when your thoughts aren't worth a penny
Mindless when I speak body feeling heavy
My words affecting many to many my heart is heavy
Black is cyclical black it has no end
Like people chasing trends or my niggas stuck in their ends
Feelings hella Messi I circle the number 10
It's to finish where you start
Or to start where you end
See I contemplated making this
Or really even saying shit
Gather by the fire so you can really take it in
Sharpening my pen I'll do my best to describe it
Cause black is not a colour but black is why I'm making this
Black is not a feeling it's almost like you're dreaming
Like time took a stop while you're staring at your demons
I mean
Black it has no meaning
Hiding with no seeking like stretching out your hand but no one sees you reaching
Black is picking up the phone
Calling to yourself to leave a message at the tone
Cause you're feeling like a clone like a
Head high heads high my mind's on a drone
So I ask you again
What's the opposite of hope
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Writer(s): Oluwatosin Gbadamosi
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