Autopilot

The vehicle of capitalism created autopilot. As the pilot of our lives becomes profit, we are forced to find pimps for our labor. Laboring in vain to earn enough to feel. Does anyone feel that something is wrong? Feeling wronged does not produce answers, sadly it's enough to know. You see, you can know the destructive nature of autopilot -that does not mean you can change it.

KEEP

Lost. It Is crazy how everything is lost. We lose moments. So from moment to moment, we are aware of the fragile nature of trying to keep. So,maybe sanity will simply be another thing lost? To enjoy those things that you will eventually lose is a losing battle because you must do battle with the notion that you will forever be able to keep.

Damn

Damn, it is surprising that we are still surprised at the rise of white supremacy. Supremacy is a sustained system that seeks to secure salvation for the supreme. So, I am not in awe of that which is conditioned to breakdown the bones of thugs who are deemed dissident. Dissent is all that is left while most choose to stay right of the conflict convinced that choice makes them right in the eyes of God.

Never

Never become a victim of self-righteousness. Victimization is simply an attempt to explain. All attempts to explain seem futile. Futility is such a part of the life. As drinking or the weed induced coma's construct the good life. Life is neither good nor bad. It simply is a force that will be here one day and gone the next.

Photoshop

Life has no photo shop. As we shop for images that will project images of affirmation and acceptance. Acceptance; we are trained from the beginning that we are not okay. Ok, so now it makes sense why so many would seek a touch up to the foundation that they have been told since the beginning is ugly. Shit, ugly lies can poison the beautiful truth. Truth; this funny word with complex meaning. What is the meaning? Conformity breeds callousness as we careen towards conformity.

crazy

Damn, I am lost. It is crazy that Lost Boyz seek to find manhood with no compass. Shit can a compass guide back to destinations unknown. What is known, I could not answer that. I all know is that I search in the artistic footprints of others. Others hold keys of acceptance because acceptance seems like something I am incapable of giving self. Shit, maybe this is just another form of self-sabotage. Sabotage, is sin soaked cause it is vain but self-importance flows through veins so I am cracked vessel.

fuck

Fuck, is simply a word, nigga is simply a word but words injure. Really do words injure or do they simply highlight the fact that we are perpetually wounded. Open wounds of life produce scar tissue. As tissues are not enough to stop tears of limitations. We are told there are no limits but the existence seem to construct prisons that imprison.

shit

Shit, looking for hope finding dead ends. Ends of ropes dangle as noose's around the necks of those who have run out of gas at the dead end. Endless misery connects with the consciousness of the paltry in faith or is faith simply justification. The means of more seem like more nonsense. Shit I am looking but could not pinpoint what is in the meaning of the search. As seekers search and find themselves frustrated by the blank canvas.

hate

It is difficult to not hate. As hate has become the vehicle for the keeping it real crowd. As the crowd for positivity dwindles my hope dwindles. You see the bus of hate stays full regardless of ride free zones so some content to stay in the zone of hate. As the offensive words of liberation have difficulty penetrating. I understand the shine of others can leaves in the shade of our own unfulfilled desires so then we desire justification for hate.

grey purposes

The life of non-committal attachments. I can't commit to choices simply because black and white answers provide you a context by which to understand your life. No, I would rather live in the grey or exist in the grey for my own purposes.