I don't where I'm going with this one

How can you manage when you are so used to the damage. Walking in a detour of light. Where you seen the sun but the past is to bright. You see your future but you can't comprehend the sight. The present is a darken night. Milestones where its hard to roam and the weather wasn't shown. Forfeit the thunder to bury you under someone else's clone. The power you want to dethrone. Speak of my name with hate Mr Rhone. Walk with me. Then talk to see. The things you chose not to believe. Set in your mind that's nothing you can achieve. nothing but a reach to teach death ears aint worth to preach. I hear blank thoughts I heard silent words. I take you to church for the choir say amen. Moses and Cain was murderers so was David. An god bless them. So what makes me any different. Decision of what your religion.

so we envision with these masks on our faces, we try not to follow traces, laced with venom to what they chosen to deceive, the contradiction of the thought is a pet peeve, now a days you got to where your heart on your sleeve, please, as an of begging, father time I've been living my life of crime, but all I want is what is all mine, I don't want to be left behind, seeing the same sign but chosen not to follow, living like its because I don't know if its is a tomorrow, born of the worst, grew up as a curse, people check there personal because they think I'm going to steal there purse, stereotypes I can't get rid of, Donny used to say where is the love, wedding bells, wanting it before the ship have set sail, majority of my life have been a miserable fail, maybe, because I'm too scared to achieve

Come with the sacrifice that my ancestors believed, freedom they often because I'm living proof, a black man's president now you think we won, little do you know we still on the run, fighting for crums, like we are scum, animals of man that mandated to be in jail, bars not golden fences, that thought right there should have you up against this, but we do the opposite worship the evil to crucify the good, lost generations of misunderstood, I've been spilling my heart out on these poetries that nobody never seem to see, so what's the belief you or me

Rhone