Written as part of Ford's new mixtape release scheduled soon.
Written October 2018
Tried to take care,
But nothing was the same.
The views seemed different
And everything changed.
More life with 3 and I thought I'd became great.
Lioness as Sarabi living my life safe.
Crazy, it's fugazi how blindness brings grace.
And, then everything's erased.
Great depression in your safe.
A mindless glass maze
And then you're caught up in a daze.
Thinking you're alone,
Wake up #TNS!
You're awake.
Waking up after years,
I'm the beauty and the beast
Trying to lyrically retreat
From emotional defeat.
Conformity is a beech.
Cognitive dissonance a leech.
Diaspora out of reach
From Christian ways that they teach.
Black future is bleak.
For my children, they're not meek.
They're a prodigy of me.
Legendary at their peak.
Undefeated, obsolete, unmatched
They're royalty.
Respect is what they seek.
The power will come to we.
Loyalty is a dying breed
And that's why I planted seeds
To make more people of me
To leave to humanity.
Blood line runs from BC to infinity.
Bond is word and for blood,
Death is honorary.
Police killing us in the streets.
Gangs running rampantly.
I gotta stay low it seems.
Impervious to UAVs.
Out of the extraordinary
But, spotted every place I be.
Yet until the end, you know,
#TNS, it's family.
La
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
