We rap revolution but we work for the institution,
consciousness is killing me
Frisking me
Bound by these moral codes I look at these fucking clones that I call friends
Even in their name they spell an end
My spiritual ancestors why is it so hard to contend with your legacy
Pyramids and teachings of love
My blood must’ve been deluded cause I couldn’t have came from above
I’m trying to ascend but these mental demons are causing me to see vivid images of massas victims screaming
Thought I could be the god I wanted to be
maybe I’m just dreaming.
PTSD I need a profession—
No wait can’t think that way
Or else my vibrations will sway
Knowing the truth at a young age
Trying to turn the page of history
This is my story
trying to preach to my sisters but they won’t listen
Products of institutionalization
Minds imprisoned unable to see a realization
They say look to god so I look in the mirror trying to see my demons clearer
Cause the only change I’m going to get is from myself.
Tell me to look to Jesus so I look to the story of Horus to see how low religions fell causing me to dwell within my own mind. Looking to confide within these lines. I see Strange fruit hanging like vines when I look at trees sometimes,
Stress and depression is hereditary , seems massas Mark is still branded into us, from the cradle to the grave
Tell the story of this mental slave Obituary riped with pain
Insane how I’m only 17 with an
abundance of tales to tell
Deandre Durham
Already living in hell
Now you have a story to tell