Call me Blk

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just different

Black as the silt from a burnt down tree, I break ground wherever I lay my bare feet.

I stand alone on an open field, casting shadows in places that I should never be.

It took many years for me to get to this place; I have finally shot down my pride and hate and now all that’s left is its remains.

Shots echoing in the dead streets…over casting the remains of my past dried up tears spewed heavily on concrete walls like graffiti.

Telling a story about a boy who never learned how to just say no.

Call me Blk the lyricly inclined brotha who has no sense of direction.

There is never peace in my world; there is always a story to tell

There is always a reason, a background story to the sh*t that I tell.

I told my story in many ways than one.

I have more faces than them Gemini’s who are thinking about crossin the street.

I am paving a way for all who will be coming after me.

While pulling up the ground and throwing up virgin walls that are waiting to be walked up on.

I respect the craft but refuse to live by its rules.

I shoot down the traditions and throw up my own views.

I am who I am and I refuse to be anything more then that one last amigo that knows what is happing but refuse to care about the outcome

I called myself a rookie because I have no sense of time, space, or direction

Half of the time I don’t even know if I am coming or going.

But a last in the end I will still be here whispering softly in the darkness sending chills down the backs of the uninvited.

I am out to stir up the fears of the weak minded, give the complicated something more to ponder as they are quietly walking.

Getting lost in my words as I brand my name in their subconscious.

I am twisted yet straight forward I am not out to hurt but to shine light on something new.

And by doing so I am seen, understood and welcomed.

Although I will not walk with the world I will choose to walk against it

I will beat walls down, walk right into the unexpected and violate the simple minded.

And when I have finally accomplished all that I have wanted to accomplish I will pass on my pen and paper and give the next twisted mind my blessings

And send them on to continue my mission.