Back At It...

I rode on the backs of thunderstorms and lightning bolts.
I always hoped it would get better
but right now I feel like a horse with a carrot on a string waved over his nose.
why does God have to show me how much of a failure I am?
I always talk to him
but I think he purposely puts his ipod on when I ask him for help.
I ran with the coyotes that searched for food.
I made a quick stop at the Atlantic Ocean
and I shook hands with dead slaves and sharks
and asked them what went wrong with their boat ride and if I should let other people know that
someone forgot to come back for them.
I rode in the backseats of cars with rebels
I put on my binoculars to find out that oppression was closer to me than I could see
so I didn’t need to enhance my vision to see something that was chillin on my mustache my whole life
me and the rebels ran from the damned villages of Sudan
drove over burned flesh and wasted ammunition
each bullet with the same message on it
kill.
we took refuge in broken shelters to come up with a game plan on how we can win this game once and for all.
I reached into my bag and I pulled out all of the ripped up Valentine’s Day cards I kept after a long life of 808’s and heartbreaks
My rage is booming out of my headphones
and I put all of my troubles on repeat so I learn the words of those songs.
I added a new playlist to my itunes today…
its called bullshit
so everytime somebody comes to tell me a rumor they heard about me, I blast that playlist to hear nothing but bullshit
and everytime I think about my father coming home to finally take care of his child, I blast the bullshit
oh…and everytime I used to hear a bush speech, I played that playlist too.
I spent time with the masterminds behind the Attica prison riot.
finding books by Farrakhan and Huey Newton I talked to the world about black power but I don’t think it was listening
they laughed In my face when I told them I wanted to help the world
and I replied that this world needs more T.I.s
but why does it have to take going to jail realize that you was making a mistake in the first place?
I rested in the hearts of elementary school gym teachers
I judged the fat kids and thought that they would grow up to destroy the ozone layer
I looked at the geeks and concluded that they would be the reason for global warming
I looked at the tough kids and I knew from that moment that they were gonna grow up to be politicians
I rode on the backs of mythical creatures locked away in imagination
yes mom
I looked up those words.
a slave is someone who is forced to work against their will
to live vicariously is to live through someone else
deadbeat is another word for dad who thought he had a vagina and needed to escape his responsibilities to find out more about himself
so is it safe to say that malnourished children in Africa live vicariously through me
and I work like a slave to help rebuild this nation
filled with young kids who did nothing to deserve deadbeat dads?
I swam with the penguins near the ice caps
I was told that I was gonna grow up to be a drug dealer
and a gang banger
and a theif
but I guess they never read my what I wanna be when I grow up essay
I wrote in the 2nd grade
so sorry, I don’t think firemen can be gang bangers
and I don’t think presidents can be drug dealers
and I doubt bus drivers are thieves…
hahahaha
pardon me
I didn’t even believe that for a minute