Been a crazy minute
Going mad made up shit in mah brain
Strain that drains my brain
Going in circles over mediocre things
Losing sense of self
Over minute nuances
Of the things hanging over my head
They come in waves through dreams
Of sleep
These thought patterns
Beat to beat to beat the bumrush
Crushing lil demons
By thrusting my speech
into patterns we've all adapted to
Like we'll adapt to death when we're dead
Dread on lock
Hair lost over stress
Bugging out about What's next Doc
What's up
Why can't you fix the system
Like it forced me into a place
Of shallow graves
By bigotry of small town racist people
Who thought I some asian diva princess
Who shouldn't be ashamed
By catching the plague
Caught on by what society gives
Not two fucks
You straight out of luck
If you ain't the image of a perfect mental patient
You cross too many borders
Before it gets dealt with
Don't trust the system
Systemic failure
Update
Boxes within boxes of boxes
Like Shroedinger said
Is it dead or alive
Spin me right round?
While my head still does laps
spinning in loops
Shooting for hoop dreams
Hoop meant hope
Hope to live
endure on this hell on earth
Where a percentage is a number
Tabulated to graduate
From the hard knocks
BEfore you can't get back up
Hard knocking heads
In mah face
Gotta diagnose my own fate
I choose to live
Though I never contemplated
Death by my own hands
Just the obsessed
With loss and grief
When we left behind to grieve
At another impass
Impassionate about the living dead
The death of ethical bridges
Mortality over morality
Build bigger walls
Around each individual
Solitude solitary confinement
That's how it feels
All up in my head
Time travelling
No concept of how much time passes
Living like we still ancient historians
Out of site out of mind
That hope is set in present time
And in presence held in physical space
Not just the space in my head
Break the rules kids
Bumrush them fools
It's all fool's gold
To a golden finch
Who's rather pair off to be intimate
And funk the flex
with the power we hold
Through time of all we accumulate
In our brains
Do damage before damage is done
And break the systemic systems
Before you become
Part of the herd
Ya heard the word
Heed the call
911 ain't a joke
It'll destroy your life
And you'll miss any chances given
To get out of that system
Systems systems systemic systems
Rhythm keep the rhythm
Walk your own walk
Walk your way
Talk the talk
Only if you got something
Worth your words
Something worth to say
Take your time
Cause in time
Words are worth a zillion golden finches.
Call it a platitude.
Don't....
Even the game
Stay in the game