My Testimony

Oh say can you see all the fuck shit in this home of the brave (Ha)

I mean in this home of the cowardly, shoot me instead Cause it is out of style to hang me from trees.

And when I decide to fuck school, you invite me to fight for this country?

This land of the free

I mean this land of unequal opportunity. This place saturated with bad police and political policies that make no sense.

I waited eighteen years to vote and now I don’t even want a president.

And as if my country is not corrupt enough, I come home and it’s pretty fucked up.

I mean my mom thinks I’m gay just because I fell in love with a woman.

And I say “but ma, she makes me dance, and she makes me feel things like liberty and sanity, Shit that you would never be able to give me".

You say Im forgetting things, But ma She makes me sing tunes from the 90s, makes me feel like I have glue under my feet because I am stuck in love with her.

You ask me her name?

Mary Jane, and she’s the only one who has my heart until I find a beautiful soul to match this beautiful mind. I could do without the corny ass memes and the pickup lines.

I want that mutual thirst, that “no you hang up first”. That “damn, yall still together”, that get so familiarized with each other that we come together.

I want that shit you only see with the Huxtables.

Light up, lay down and talk about things that’s uncomfortable.

And yea I’ll love him because no body else will. To me he’s a king to them, Emett Till.

Some people say you never share enough ,but as soon as I go to tell them about depression my words form a bluff and its sounds like “I’m fine, how are you?” and then tag your it, I’m the listener.

Im great at keeping secrets because mine are buried beneath all of yours but my trust in you is like holding wind through screen doors.

I can’t hold on, like coffee and corn, it runs right through me

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Pain leaks through the streets I find myself guilty I'm a culprit.

They point blame, they take aim and they're both at me.

Trampling, crushing my throat but I still manage to say sorry.

They don't want to see me unless I am on TV on ESPN as in "you're good" but it's not talent

As in I buy my degrees from you but still master in stupidity.

I want to tell my daughter that she is beautiful everyday so she doesn't fuck to validate it/ and to love her skin because it is dark and they'll act like they don't see you but it's not your fault,

to be book smart and street-ready but I'm wasting my breath because my husband is probably dead already. But I want me a son so I could make him a king, wake him up to possibilities and stop telling him they're dreams.

And he'll be brown like the sun kissed him on plantation farms

He'll have a Bullet Proof Chest and golden swords for arms/Baby Boy/

I won't say don't sin cuz you will. But don't go in for a kill with no gloves/ Baby Boy/

Godamn I wish that the Nina, Pinta y Santa Maria tipped over and killed the captain because he Took something that wasn't his .

Sacagawea should've spoke up and said "fuck this shit" and then Titanic the ship. Because even Columbus knew that women are essential.

Yet today it seems like we ain't nothing special unless we doing something sexual/ my body is a temple

And just like A Prayer Only When You're in need, it'll never bless you.

Too immaculate for ordinary love give me something celestial.