Chained By Pairs
I’ve mastered the art of hiding sniffles and cries
I’m masking fear for when my father dies
Traumatized , mind plagued, taught lies
Hope was sold and we bought, or should I say I
And DOOM gone now my room on dark , I’m looking for pride but I happened to swallow mine
We living on borrowed time, that’s what he said
And baby I’m an artist, that’s why your messages always say read
You should instead find someone- with a chemically balanced brain in they head
Keep pace even when the race isn’t led
Queen keep mace, in case I ain’t there to turn the whole place fucking red
Momma almost lost the home we living in, it’s in her name now ‘cause faith wasn’t dead
I cover my wrists and thighs depending on the state of my head
She lay in my bed, I need more than u playing in my dreads
Taste ‘tween her legs, climaxes met
She want monogamy, that’s European not Kemet
My guy pretty like a girl frank was correct
I stare at the sun I swear to God Horus Ra was who I met
My nigga

All the grievance I had to reimagine
The dream catchers I managed to drag through the bad shit
That damaged my traction
All the coping I’m thankful I crafted
Hope nipping at my ankles
Tip toeing through the booby traps that they planted
Scars on my heart from the shackles they gave us
The shrapnel we manage to make it through
Is just a small piece of the canvas
I got room on the pallet
I paint where I travel
The emotions I didn’t confront, conform and adjusting
Adjacent with my toes in the mud
Loathing my months
Moments was called to the touch
My timid soul/ the trust that I needed
I reap what I sow get cut by the needle
It’s needless to say
We gon' get it by our own means
No longer conceited