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Too long have I lived in the shadows of my weakness,
Allowing him to reign over this body of mine I became wrecked with stress.
From the pain I welcomed and this young, foolish man forgot his roots,
Taking in sorrow and misery, but neglecting happiness;
Wailing like an abused step child I ran down "that path", worn are the soles of my boots.
Emotions getting the best of me,
Controlling my every action I had to take a step back and slap myself whole heartedly.
What in God's name am I doing?!
Acting like a weak man I know my persona is slowly transforming;
A man destined to walk in shame as he is the one to blame.
The hell with that!
The Negro within me screams let me out!
Stop acting like a wimp you are far from whack!
Look in the mirror and see you for who you truly are!
Admist the lameheathens you are a shining star!
Blessed with the talents to draw and write what more can you ask for!
Handsome and respectable most men only contain one aspect,
Turned down and rejected are necessary to grow why are you filled with regret!
Get up off yourand show the world what it is to be you!
Show the world no weakness only strength and compassion,
Real love and charisma, two ascpects fueled by passion!
In front of the mirror I stand and say, damn! I'm straight tripping!
From the start I've steadily been slipping!
Pity and false comfort I've steadily been gripping,
Holding on to false hope I thank you for the word lashing.
I'm bout to make a lot of people hate and whisper weird things about me,
But this young, strong black man isn't the least concern.
You don't have to like me, but best believe you will respect me.
From this point on the real me has broken free,
To my old ways I shall return.
I'm Back.
