PoWeR Of ThE MiNd

Its sudden

A sudden rush

Its epic

The rush of blood

Its murder

Murderous

In places no one shows there face in

Just face it

It takes place

Hate it

But don’t fake it

The fake feelings birth offspring with no extended care

Fake feelings birth hatred and no one even cares

Yet everyone gets scared when there’s  a gun in the air

Why though

Someone needs to be held liable

Don’t you think

How though?

Do we reach the unreachable?

Teach the students who want nothing more than to drop out and knock out the opposition

My position on it all?

I used to be the drop out but why crawl? When I can fly above the clouds and look down on the clowns who looked down on me?

I won’t be another negro who got locked up over beef,

or shot up in the streets

No not me ive got potential and credentials and no one can stop the power of your mental and that’s real.