Low Key

I’ve seen so much beauty

in some of the worst places

changes and emotions in different faces

people going through different phases

different dialects and different phrases

 

the sun is approaching gone is the night

nothing else can satisfy my sight but light

creating the visions I want in my plight

eradicating the divisions I do not

 

the same birds singing the same songs

perched on the same branch

too comfortable to fly away

to another night to see a better day

 

too many stay and role play

a different episode, sitcom and scenario

I pricked my thumb on the point of a star

reaching for a cloud to comfort me

from being struck by lightening

 

applying pressure to stop the bleeding

cleaning out the impending infection

feeling like I'm just wandering

aimlessly receiving the wrong directions

from those without my complexion

 

if I’m doing time what is my crime

this is bull this is some nonsense

this is not on my own recognizance

as I rattle on like my mind is gone

Strategically my craft I hone

 

if I stand I stand alone

if I’m the truth I’m on my own

you can't hide your covers blown

 

be original not a carbon copy

your penmanship is too sloppy

your razors dull the edge is rusty

 

covered in cobwebs and dusty

clean up your act its musty

I’m relentlessly resilient

trust me