Abstract thoughts for modern artistic minds.
When in the same social settings, in the majority of cases, the room becomes white or black, either your the white man with the invisible backpack,
By Diamond Dreams Movement4 years ago in Poets
Stuck in a room with subliminal steel bars, locked in with my insecurities & fears, friends plan rescue escapes to brighten my days,
My Forever love, she was the one I thought was out of my league, from Jr high to high School, she had more connections than me,
I rather be alone than to be around someone that don’t listen to me, I rather be alone than beg for your attention, I rather be alone than being with a person who only continues to insult my intelligence,
They keep saying that the more money you have, the more problems you see, I keep hearing more money more problems, I really think I could be worse without it,
Out East Drinking 40s at the corner store, cops perpetuating, always lurking, even when me & some of the crew mediating,
Are You giving it all you got, stop faking & complaining, Everyday can bring pain, but lasting memories start in those defying moments,
Snakes in the grass, creeping through your past, working to make you feel them in the present day, stay schemin’, they got no feels of positivity,
Sunday dinners were always top notch, whether it was dinner cooked by mama or the church, from South Jersey, but the women in the kitchen cooked like they were from the dirty south,
Had so many people involved, trying to throw me away, thinking my oops would have a meal, I’d be out of the picture, with impeccable strength, fear eliminated immediately,
Seen a lot in my hay day, those fools, drawing attention, flossing the profits, thinking they doing it big, while them boys in blue perpetrating,
Always knew I had the antidote to be great, I started with basketball as my first fantasy to ascend in, too many injuries & not enough dedication, had to let go of kid dreams then,