Tired of being pushed around so I just stand still
My energy set on silence
Since so many people say they know me
I guess I must not know myself
Wrapped in velvet covered with misinformation
It must be soothing to keep up confusion
Don't come looking for something in me that I never promised
Why do people want to project their issues on you?
Like I'll embrace what you feel
When I don't even know what I feel
Unconditionally I see myself in love with life
I separate the mundane and the facts from projections
It's like everything is so important above me
No one feels what I feel
Nor can they see inside
I refuse to answer your assessment of me
Without getting to know me
Your excuses for me being arrogant
So no Black Man should be this confident?
Call it as you see it and just let me be
None of my seeds shall beg for your bread
That's what I said
In the head of a fool lies the source of his foolishness
I'm not afraid to address you
Especially if you feel like its ok to bother me
I've risen from poverty
All kinds of atrocities
And I still have the grace to say Ashe
Ay man
Who do you really think I am?
And why should I give a damn?
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