Music: Reginald Erzoah
Searching for the light
In a much darker place
I close my eyes
To all these greed
To search within
For the real me
Now I
Soak myself in the blood
Then I pour words
On these pages
Burning pride and envy
Before they burn my bridges
Hands were full
With yesterday's regrets
Left no room
For tomorrow's blessings
But all I want in this life
Is to guide you
With my art
And help you see the light
Hieroglyphics
That's how we
Painting perfect pictures
With words
Never painting
With broad strokes
We focusing on the Art
To tell a vivid story
But sometimes
I feel I'm lost
To this culture
And so
I bury my pain
In this culture of silence
And watch it grow
Into an illusion of Hope
We act like everything is alright
Forget the lies
They feed us
Forget the pain
Searching the path
Of purpose
Cos I can't live in vain
And so
I open my thoughts to you
To read the known
From the blank pages
Of my mind's mines
Had to get some things
Off my mind
I waste my today
Thinking too much
About my tomorrow
We live our entire lives
Trying to please people
Who never cared
In the first place
Instead of appreciating
The ones who really do
Afraid to let the streams out
We live our entire lives
Afraid to let the streams
Of our unspoken words out
We cover our scars
And imperfections
Only to judge those
Who are bold enough
To show theirs
And so
If at this point
You still want to justify
Your actions?
Please don't bother
(Herh Skrybla
On this plane of thought I'm on
Sometimes I want to talk more
About the neo-colonialist system
The close mindedness of the soul
Sometimes I want to talk about
Our lost journey
In search of validation
From foreign lands
The vague promises of freedom
The self-hate of my people
But guess
I'm also lost in this matrix too
But not for long