FEELINGS INVOLVED - The World has really gone to sh*t. A poem/song about the world today.
aYo, Where am I?
The right place heavens door, knock three times.
What can I say? I'm light skinded, hard not to get my feelings involved.
Bright like a light switch that I can flick on and off. When I say I get lost in myself, it's still authentic.
Fuck a sweet bitch, I'd rather lease bitches and ball.
Not saying a lot, but still saying too much. I use and abuse shit, and I move as such.
Maneuver through shits creek with a broken crutch, and no boat, no water, no hope. No thought of eloping, trying to keep my lack of options open, I guess i'm investing in a tactic that's corrosive distress.
Trying to make a couple dollars off irrational sense/cents. An unimaginable tragical mess.
I look into my prism, all i see is darkness, no vision. Soul searching, I'm still diggin’ still diggin’.
X marks the silhouette, I'm still missin' I'm sending a question up to the heavens how can I rise with no leaven.
Please help me.
Welcome my son, I'm so happy to have you.
Thank you. Where am I?
This my child is where you belong.
You followed a trying path your whole life, and it lead you here, where your journey originally began.
Are you telling me I'm in heaven? (Laughs) I'm telling you stop being so light skinned.
Light skinded, get my feelings involved. Get my feelings involved, What can I say. I'm light skinded, hard not to get my feelings involved, Get my feelings involved. What can I say? I'm light skinded, hard not to get my feelings involved. What can I say? I'm light skinded, hard not to get my feelings involved. Bright like the light switch that I can flip on and off.
God blessed me so much, everybody around me. Just made me realize that this path is mine to walk and I'm a keep moving.
I woke up in the craziest dream man, Nah, he wasn't on a podium. He was in my face yellin’ it at me.
We can move every mountain, we can unite every child, we can win, but first, nigga stop actin' so light skinned.
Silently screaming out I can't breathe, and no one can hear me.
Suffocated, and met with mockery, I drop to one knee.
There was a message from on high the heavens musta missed the changed of address.
Not trying to be so light skinded, but when you getting fucked from every direction, you do not tolerate another erection.
Growin’ up I was told to get three things, money bitches and riches, great philosophy.
Society was the first motherfucker to ever lie to me.
Staring at my Smith & Wesson trying to figure what I'm missing is, all up in my feelings and I ain’t sippin shit. Balancing risk and reward is just like kissing a whore, great idea until you end up with a sore.
I'm not pointing fingers at anyone in particular, but if the world is already fucked how can i stick my dick in her?
It's the year of the virus and it's spreading out of control. Looking through the directions. What did i miss? I was given a machete to cut through the mist.
I finally found my heart it told me to move along. As it rolled past me leaving a blood stain, mocking my ways, my heart yelled out through the howl of the wind, nigga, stop actin’ light skinned!
Right then, Not looking for direction anymore. Walking through zombie land just looking for brain and how to maintain a shelter, and how to get that shit decked out, and transportation, I need a car with a lot of clout, And a new TV, my shit only 1080p.
I got a buddy who work a cruise ship. If you feel what I'm sayin', we can move shit.
Everything the gypsy said came true. Except for that message from on high, I wish it came through.
Not just for me, I’m not the only one who need it now. Findin’ solid ground, sense of stability, rogues hijack and riot causin’ calamity, babies dying and if they survivin’ alone they fight the mountains, sea, and the wind. Nigga you cryin’? So light skin.
