DREAMS, WISHES, AND NIGHTMARES

• CALLOUS ON MY HAND
• There's sweat on my face
• And callous on my hand
• Why you might ask
• Well, it's because i'm a black man

And i'm living in a world

Where black men are despised

Because no matter how hard I try to be

Somehow i'm still categorized

I'm even called a mistake

It's said my entire lifestyle is a blunder

Hunted, captured, and caged

stripped of my name and given a number

I couldn't be there for my son

So I lost my sanity and my sense

Had visions of towers and guns

And the sun beaming on a bob wire fence.

I feel like everything has fallen apart

So I guess i'm in hell,

Because I've lost everything I could lose,

And failed all I could fail.

Now I've found out the hard way,

That life really is unfair

So I have callous on my hands

from digging my own ditch to nowhere.

But I blame it all on others,

To justify my faults

And I thought that since I already died twice,

I had already paid the cost.

But i'm just battered and i'm bruised,

Looked upon as a joke.

Congested with so much stress,

All I do is choke.

Until I have to clinch my throat,

Just to keep my balance.

But i'm leaving scars on my neck,

Because my hands are filled with callous.

And they display my years of brawling,

Battling this world and crying.

Suffering for no apparent reason,

Even though in the long run i'm still surviving

But while I've been through so much heartache,

That it's easy to see that i'm a damaged man,

But until everything in my life gets better,

I promise, through the turmoil, I'll still stand.