This is an old one I wrote...
I wake up, loving the smell from my rose garden, Ahh, I love my garden. My bed, where me and my wife sleep, is old as made evident by the squeaks. Today I'll buy a new one, a king size perhaps, yea I know my wife would love that...Ow! Ow! why does my arm hurt me so? Only answer I get is hell if I know. Out of nowhere my things are disappearing, I like pranks, but these terms are not endearing. My arm still bothers me, worse this time, something's running down it in a straight line...My bed is gone, but it was just there! Lawd I feel like pulling out my hair! I sniff the air..now I realize the rose garden isn't there, oh man this is too much to bear. My arm oh God it hurts so much, I hear words but can only distinguish them as such, "Get your ass up nigger and get in the field!" Is this for me what life has to yield? I"m in the field, must be 100, oh if I could see my daughter I would love it... flies around my arm, they'll cut it off, thoughts of freedom, they'll shut em off. No reason to hope, no reason to try, I want to, but there is no reason to cry. My wife is dead, maybe my princess too, what the hell is it that gets me through? Lawd Jesus, I wish I knew, the only comfort is that she's with you. I'm sick of this, I'm sick of it all, I hate how they pray and prey on my downfall. I smell chicken feed, another day, more methods from them to tricken me, it sickens me, how they wanna plunge into the basest obscurity, and then force me to break my back, no pleasure involved, that is why I almost let go holding on to resolve. Relationship control, could quickly turn the youngest soul old. I need an outcry, but how can I, when the very second I do somebody must die. So powerless, I'm a strong black man but posess no prowess. They stripped it away, like they stripped my wife, God tell me is there more to this life? Nigger, porch monkey, bane of society, ugly, stupid, mongrel, animal, and nappy, everyday I hear this, do you think I'm happy?
I wake up, loving the smell from my rose garden, Ahh, I love my garden. My bed, where me and my wife sleep, is old as made evident by the squeaks. Today I'll buy a new one, a king size perhaps, yea I know my wife would love that...Ow! Ow! why does my arm hurt me so? Only answer I get is hell if I know. Out of nowhere my things are disappearing, I like pranks, but these terms are not endearing. My arm still bothers me, worse this time, something's running down it in a straight line...My bed is gone, but it was just there! Lawd I feel like pulling out my hair! I sniff the air..now I realize the rose garden isn't there, oh man this is too much to bear. My arm oh God it hurts so much, I hear words but can only distinguish them as such, "Get your ass up nigger and get in the field!" Is this for me what life has to yield? I"m in the field, must be 100, oh if I could see my daughter I would love it... flies around my arm, they'll cut it off, thoughts of freedom, they'll shut em off. No reason to hope, no reason to try, I want to, but there is no reason to cry. My wife is dead, maybe my princess too, what the hell is it that gets me through? Lawd Jesus, I wish I knew, the only comfort is that she's with you. I'm sick of this, I'm sick of it all, I hate how they pray and prey on my downfall. I smell chicken feed, another day, more methods from them to tricken me, it sickens me, how they wanna plunge into the basest obscurity, and then force me to break my back, no pleasure involved, that is why I almost let go holding on to resolve. Relationship control, could quickly turn the youngest soul old. I need an outcry, but how can I, when the very second I do somebody must die. So powerless, I'm a strong black man but posess no prowess. They stripped it away, like they stripped my wife, God tell me is there more to this life? Nigger, porch monkey, bane of society, ugly, stupid, mongrel, animal, and nappy, everyday I hear this, do you think I'm happy?
- JioVanni
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