They never wanna hear

me speaking that real shit,

that ride or die

treat me right shit.

That unity, that stand up

for what’s right shit.

They value my art and craft

when I am talking about

kissing and praying to my

man on my knees shit.

That hide behind

ignorant shit.

They not with that comfort

and be kind shit.

They like when I am distraught

and in need of saving shit.

That I am weak with a broken heart

and no other topic then this

basic ass shit.

God forbid I look and get

smart and shit.

Tackle issues that they rather

ignore and shit.

See? I bet you more

focused on the fact

that I done repeated ‘shit’

multiple times and shit.

Because I am showing you other

things among who I am

and what I wanna be,

You only rock with me when

I’m low.

When my ignorance and shit

is showing.

Where is my praise, my

handclaps for my beyond

What it appears?

Where is the pass my work around

when I bleed ink onto

sheets of paper, letting my life

line clot and bubble?

Where you at?

Am I too blind?

Is it you wearing the shades

and cutting my talent with a spade?

I’m giving you picture perfect

metaphors and feelings.

Why do you only see me,

why can't you feel me?

Why can't you see me?