The (Rough Skin)
Genocide locks, it’s sort of shocking like tenements, homicide adrenaline, prison irrelevance, for the anger, benevolence has confusion with complacence
Typical extraterrestrial lifeforms that acts as an intermediary between celestial irrelevance and intelligence
It’s not a voice or a fraction, multiple radio airwaves used as distractions
Protest in Ferguson, massacre bombs in Boston
Precaution, audio voice, no slaves’ voice heard in auctions
Frequencies designed to break me down to a robotic state, my great ancestors were whipped and used as bait
My slave master is misleading the ideologies, of John Locke’s philosophies, of the numerous mass murder rates towards these monstrosities
Terrible transformation, isolation, years of ignorance based upon our information, black and white America, fuck the congregation, and assassinate illegal body parts stored in the colorless basement, ancient, in relations to segregation
According to documents, my self-esteem is too low to accept any critical aspersions, and from the outside looking in my happiness is fearful of confrontation
Intimidation versus interrogation, my money was either stolen or strayed, too priceless to see a face only known to free trade
Vicious cycle, public assassination, my message was pronounced dead on arrival
Constant revelation, in the backyard of domestication, to the porches and ignorance of my nation
I live in an era that’s filled with terror
To see a black walk the streets is like a crime that’s never preached
Murder rates increase, living proofs decease
I’m unchained from the shackles of a conformist society
Racism is still abundant and a belief that has yet to be eradicated
I’m labelled by the white man as ghetto or uneducated
Marginalized, I was always told malicious lies
I’m skeptical, my cross roads double crossed another marathon of crisis episodes
My eyes hurt from the tear gas thrown that was thrown into my frustration and patience
Sending out the troops to invest in investigations
The double standards that I’m living in, single parent predicaments, violence on every corner, my people are silenced as black citizens
I was bamboozled from all of the cries that I heard outside, my generation needs a revolution like the riots of 1965
King of Phrygia, my innocence was being tortured with whips and chains
My lines embody the mentality of forgotten slave names
I was held in captivity, I was morally and financially suppressed, I’m fucking depressed
These ideas contained, black and white differences can’t fit in this picture frame
I’m asking for forgiveness in my residence
Ironically, it was the pyramids that built White America’s prevalence
Is life real or really just an illusion?
Having a conversation with certainty and confusion
Let’s talk about how black youths are ostracized, let’s talk about how textbooks are vandalized, let’s talk about the street violence and suicides, or when he predicted that the revolution will not be televised
Darrell Herbert