Mindless
By: Marshay Kearse
It’s not the world that’s messed up.
It’s simply just our minds.
Wrong is right in our eyes and for the irrelevant we find the time.
To, invest energy into the big things.
Because the good things seem to be useless.
The only things that could ever be important are the things that benefit us.
Our actions are there to prove it.
We do things for the appearance.
Dumb things like we aren’t coherent.
Education is less than life as long as we have the experience?
Too weak to make decisions, young men gang bang and kill their people.
Young ladies open their legs quick, thinking if they do this they’ll respect us like they slick.
This is an issue.
Blood hugging the side walk like a females pad on her period we want all of this to stop, but we won’t put an end to it.
Just think a bit.
Please.
No more praying get off your knees.
We messed up all of life’s priorities listening to what’s cool, and the things that please.
Cheese.
For the camera let the universe see us at our worse.
The lies that were told to her ears open legs out of fear because she hurts.
And, the men put in no work.
Mothers are the equivalent to fathers.
Tell that young man that once loved you a life is inside you and he hides like a child under some covers.
It’s pitiful.
Black on
black crimes like, dark skin repping folk.
Killing lives out of respect and we laugh like it’s a joke?
Press the issue until you choke.
Because when you are out of air to breathe you realize the truth.
Reminiscing on the memories capturing the moments like some kids in a photo booth.
Us black people do not want to be another statistic.
But we do nothing to get out of the predictions.
We could learn a lot if we just listen.
Jail is not life.
Stop treating it like it’s detention.
By: Marshay Kearse
It’s not the world that’s messed up.
It’s simply just our minds.
Wrong is right in our eyes and for the irrelevant we find the time.
To, invest energy into the big things.
Because the good things seem to be useless.
The only things that could ever be important are the things that benefit us.
Our actions are there to prove it.
We do things for the appearance.
Dumb things like we aren’t coherent.
Education is less than life as long as we have the experience?
Too weak to make decisions, young men gang bang and kill their people.
Young ladies open their legs quick, thinking if they do this they’ll respect us like they slick.
This is an issue.
Blood hugging the side walk like a females pad on her period we want all of this to stop, but we won’t put an end to it.
Just think a bit.
Please.
No more praying get off your knees.
We messed up all of life’s priorities listening to what’s cool, and the things that please.
Cheese.
For the camera let the universe see us at our worse.
The lies that were told to her ears open legs out of fear because she hurts.
And, the men put in no work.
Mothers are the equivalent to fathers.
Tell that young man that once loved you a life is inside you and he hides like a child under some covers.
It’s pitiful.
Black on
black crimes like, dark skin repping folk.
Killing lives out of respect and we laugh like it’s a joke?
Press the issue until you choke.
Because when you are out of air to breathe you realize the truth.
Reminiscing on the memories capturing the moments like some kids in a photo booth.
Us black people do not want to be another statistic.
But we do nothing to get out of the predictions.
We could learn a lot if we just listen.
Jail is not life.
Stop treating it like it’s detention.
( Marshay Kearse )
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