What if I told you...that I rode the short bus to school
Would you believe me?
Dwelling in my own fantasy
Color combinations compared to characteristics
Let your insecurities rain reign.
Black is my ass
Red is my face to your fist
The red sea beneath my lids
The sun rises...and sets again.
Then it rises...and sets again
And i come to the conclusion
That I will be nothing more than your punching bag.
In the hierarchy I am your untouchable.
Worth less than the dirt ants tread on.
Spit on my skin
Gashes and shallow shank marks
My inner ear is bleeding from you vocabulary.
I rise...and then I fall again.
The gelatinous absence of a back bone
Deep dark places
A protective cavern
A forever growing abyss
Shove what you lack up your ass and stay on your toes.
I rise...and then I stumble again
But never will I surrender.
Kings and Queens never back down
They protect their kingdom.
My skin is my shield
My temple will not collapse nor crumble.
Never will I surrender
I rise...and then I trip again
I dare you.
Break every single bone in my body
And my spirit will keep watchful eye over your dreams
Twisting them into dark fantasies
Sleep paralysis of the soul
Nightmares are just as submissive
As your will to rebel against the "status quo"
You would look at the sky and aim your fists to the wind
If it meant not having to face another mirror.
sour grey matter
Let the vultures feast.
Pecking at you interchangeable porcelain mask
Painted on smile that would make the joker cringe.
Screaming at your bible
Because that's the only way God will hear you
But you place it underneath your pillow and you sleep on his word.
I don't understand why I feel sorry for you...
Washed your mouth of with soap
Hoping to shit out a cleansed soul.
That's not the half of it.
Never will I surrender
But FOREVER will you submit.
The skeletons in your closet unite
To remind you of the carnage between your sheets.
Praying that the darkness consumes you so that your secrets are buried.
Went through your past lives with a fine-tooth comb.
Cracked open the ribs of your ancestors and realized
Their hearts were beating for you.
Burry them alive and let their screams fuel your rebellion.
I rise...and then I lose my footing again.
Never will I surrender.
The light is too much for you so you tuck yourself away in the shadows,
Grab me by my ankles,
and try to take me with you.
Self preservation is all that you've even known
So you let fear and anxiety ride
The unknown is, was, and will forever be the unknown
Until you unveil yourself
But you'd rather let ignorance fuel your desperation.
I rise and I rise and I rise and I rise
and I rebel.
Ear to ear as my face goes to your fist
Bruised and battered
A storybook of my revolution.
"I remember that time I got my ass kicked..."
But never did I surrender
My kingdom is resilient.
Sending you flowers after battle
Living your life with thoughts of me...
In your hierarchy I was your untouchable
Unable to touch what you have hidden from the world
The task of being yourself is poisonous.
Gas masks won't help in an internal war.
I will be you ally as long as you are willing to fight.
Land mines of your own creation implode from self assurance.
I give to you every good thing I have to offer
So let me ink speak.
Let me movement inspire.
Your revolution is coming.
Ride the short bus with me...
Dive into the mind of unicorns and rainbows and shit
And find peace in the color spectrum by...
"by any means necessary..." as Mister Malcolm would say and Mister Hodges would recite.
Let us go.
The light awaits.