We're trying to get over the hump per this HumpDay Extravaganza but of course opposition is met; damn! it's all wrong!
We fight back; digital crate digging continues beats will bump and this good word is dropped weaponized to show the enemy that we're staying strong!
Exercising supreme courage and maximum strength; we're hunting and gathering truths but I had to wrack my brain.
Scattered thoughts are collected now we battle those who disrespected / acting uncouth; they were trying to wreck my brain!
Damn! it was all wrong! but we dealt with pain; Brotha O? I tried to maintain a sense of self.
Now dropping this sound and writing this good word / these poems, from my soul; rising from the depths!
Rising from the depths of my soul but from here in Atlanta to the Gaza Strip and even over in Iran and Beirut / Lebanon I see how others will roll!
Damn! it's all wrong! truth or reality as we know it will make it seem matters are out of control!
Damn! it's all wrong! what's said / what's the word on the curb? damn!! catcch me outside, the streets keep calling me even though my number is unlisted!
Damn! it's all wrong! many of us are caught up in the system / matrix / out in these streets? it's like the drama will jump off after its revisited!
Damn! it's all wrong! caught out there!! just as soon as you get the gist of it your soon held hostage!
Will it be lights camera and action like Mr. Cheeks? or dirty gritty funky like some old sausage!
Damn! it's all wrong! many of us are caught up in the system / matrix / out in these streets? it's like the drama will jump off after its revisited!
Damn! it's all wrong! caught out there!! just as soon as you get the gist of it your soon held hostage!
Will it be lights camera and action like Mr. Cheeks? or dirty gritty funky like some old sausage!
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