Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case.

Feel me now, picture my pain, embrace my words, make the world change.

I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.

Today is built on tragedies, which no one wants to face, nightmares to humanities and morally disgraced. Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air, children bred with ruthlessness because no one at home cares.

After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

Play the game, never let the game play you.

But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew, built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth. Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.