Karoshi

My wrist watch is Irish made
And often seen on the arm
Shared with the same hand I used to pour my whiskey
But please miss me with your bullshit
I ain’t got time to explain my lack of fucks
I had them
Safely packed on trucks but I guess they must’ve «fell off» because
These days I see them haphazardly packed in the trunks and backseats of those
Who carelessly sell lies to the spoiled folks in the hood
Who — according to the suburbs — have eternally been seen as up to no good until
There are Marshalls waiting at the door
None name Thurgood, so what good came from our «Freedom», besides reruns of
Martin?
And in living color?
While Living in a world of black and white mindstates
Iʼd hate to burst your bubble with my blood stained, grey blade, but being a pro
Receiver of thrown shade
Iʼve made my way by seeking better lighting and Not fighting
My people, for that matter
My equals can see that outta all the claims made by those who
Know, I know
All too, well, cause I know nothing.
Except that space is sparse
And nothing changes with these exchanges in energy
I stop asking questions I know the answer to, so why do I still ask questions?
Hoping to hear what I want instead of what it is
Questions like
Who gets justice? Is that a real thing?
Who is karma? and why does she bring her 2 cents into every situation? Just
Waiting for you to wrong her, so she can wring you from your neck
In front of a mirror to watch your own death
And, why does death itself
Seems like an escape?
Is it because I’m not my body, and I’m trapped here in the first place?
A spirit running a spacesuit at mercy to the universe, trying to sing along.
You see I
Catch the key often
Yet seldom understand the dialect, I just
Ride the waves of the cadence effortlessly, so you tell me, what do I know?
Probably as much as you know and we know everything so what’s the big
Question?
Besides, with all these questions, whose teaching the lesson?
Is he a she?
Are they like me?
What would life be, if I had
Answers for Kanye, sitting in Swayʼs seat with that «you just activated my trap
card» smile?
Fire in the eyes burning wild, Iʼm no child, just another young man.
Whoʼs watch is
Often found on his left hand, so even when time
Ticks away I stick
To my guns
Stuck
Teaching a nation chasing funds but when the bell rings I’ll expect yʼall to
have
Learned something.
To hold your pride in your work and not the ego
We go way too far tryna show what we know. Be how can we ever think to sway a
Kanye’s to follow anyone’s lead towards the setting sun. When all they claim to
do
Is run shit?
A bunch of things when seen in the shadow of our ancestors work would seem
Redundant
Shallow
A far cry from the roots
We fruit, live up top a heap of inaccuracy
Genetically modified information left waiting for a savior thought to exist
beyond
Our unified conscious. Taught
To not want it that bad
Life
Love
Peace
And Happiness for you and yours