Identity Crisis
Sorry for my lack of activity on Vocal, I had to come back with that new new
Before the beat is done,
there is a final saying for you all
I’m at a point where my reality
has shifted unpredictably since
the life I’m desiring is located
amongst the outskirts
of unfamiliarity
It’s like I’m living a dual life
I’m not the same person
in class and at work that
I am on stage and in the streets
Those lives will soon
intertwine and they’ll be
no more methods of hiding
Comfy and cooking
in the City of Newark
Running the blocks
I’ve been familiar
with since I was pushed
from out of da’ womb
Not easy to mask your significance
around those that are
unable to look
beyond tainted lining
but once you become used to it
it’s more feasible to navigate
Feasible enough
until I was throwed with
being a fish in a crowded pond so
a brother swam up out of there
I hit the oceans where I belonged
You won’t believe how
overwhelming this has gotten
Hit a standstill
Now I’m in debt
Asking my mom to help
keep my utilities managed
Distant from the nest, it’s either
sink or swim in this dense ass jungle
Only woman I trusted aside
from my mother
done screwed me over
I couldn’t believe that I still had
a thing for a yellow-skinned devil
who knew I’d catch on to
their bullshit eventually, now I’m
forced to keep my
significance at a distance
I don’t speak toxic,
get out of my face cunt
I pushed all my friends to the edge,
now they’re stiller than dirt
Envy and jealousy linger in my
space like a mushroom cloud,
sulfur gives me asbestos
I’m ashamed to even go
back to the Weequahic
section again
And here I was thinking
dat’ Kean would be a breeze
Welp
Wasn’t I wrong?
Probably, I must agree
This was providing me the
proper challenge I needed
Though I knew how difficult this
choice would be, a kid had
to move so he could grow
Otherwise doors to my future
would have remained locked
Who would have
figured how drained I’d be?
Each level ascended
requires a new Khali
Flipping chairs and
kicking walls, nah
Das’ da’ old me
All the nights I sat up
contemplating how I’d leave
That was just my ire speaking
I’m the elephant in the room
everywhere I go like on that night
of February 6, 2020 where I wasn’t
allowed to paint with the sisters of
Nu Theta Chi because I
wasn’t part of the sorority
Never mind being the only
young black male sitting in
the corner of MSC 226, that’s
not the argument I’m presenting
Please don’t see it that way
I’m the elephant in the
room everywhere I go, nah
It doesn’t feel too empowering
when you’re the only one with
a purpose which doesn’t
involve living for the weekends
Am I morphing into the role
model that I set out to become?
I believe it to be the truth,
I want a child with
nothing to look up to me
So is this why I’m
going about it alone?
It’s not too disempowering since
I was the one who’s
chosen savage writer
I happen to be up at all times
of the night ready to break down
in tears because there is no one
for me to confide in and
talk about my issues with
There is a lot of pressure on me,
several chips on my
shoulders to reach the top
Forget all that
I drag a slab of bedrock
around for crying out loud
The heck do I do?
Internalize it or publish?
Despite how many times
I’ve talked about this rage
That still hasn’t dissipated
If anything, it has only increased
but I’m no longer the angry black
teenager I used to be back in 2016,
calmed down significantly with
chances to surpass my psychological
limits and still come out on top
gives you a confidence like no other,
better than your first
blunt or piece of cuddy
I’m still proud of all
my achievements
Done a hell of a lot
at such a young age
Man, I haven’t even hit my stride
I know my fallen relatives must
be proud of who I’ve now become
One day I’ll become larger than
writing thus putting an
end to my identity crisis
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