Where Is It
Chris Justice's poem:
Viewed as a sinister citizen treated like a villain
Based on the color of my skin I cringe underneath my feelings
And the silent conversations with myself
Contemplating d** letting my soul go for love
Instead of searching for a buzz beneath an alcohol bottle
I Hear the horrific aural sounds I keep trying swallow
Down In the depths of my heart that's..
Overflowing with regrets and empty memories that doesn't mean anything
To my psyche attempting unlock the secrets to life's beauty
in the world of Polluted ignorance fill the atmosphere where
Devastating tear drops create an asphalt of cracked hearts
That Rot under the aurora of poverty
Pawning souls for polished gold to behold
Seemingly endless roads of violence
Street corners under control of blue and red Sirens
Corrupted minds worship liquor shrines
To illuminate the Devine trinity of vices
Is it in lavish expenses riding in Benzes with an devilish hypnotist
As the wheel spins the youth follow the trial that never ends
While we cringe under pressure chasing diamonds
becoming defiant searching for Zion
on cloud 9 only to find false hope
The last resort to reside in the asphalt of violence
Renegade tyrants throwing Molotov in riots
We scream no peace because we wonder if it's in
the Madness that manifest into a flaming catalyst
Attempting to grasp the raptures presence
Acquiring faith to help our restless spirits conflict with religion
Suicide haunts the minds of our fellow mutants
Seclude ourselves in heartbreaking illusions
My bruised soul proven that I don't know where to look for it
Like that eighteen year old who is still homeless on skid row
Appearing at the store, with barely any clothes on her back
Scared to get a grip with another sixteen year old who's trapped
Imprisoned by anger writing in explicit detail about she going to k** her father
As he Harbored her virginity in sea of broken realities
drowned in the fallacy, where my thoughts failed to carry me
I felt that god was a thief, for taking more family members away
withering into a war that cries faith trying to create happiness using a 1000 words
Then Submerge into reflection
Learning how to love myself
So I can give comfort to someone else
Is it always resonating truth, I give myself to you
I put my heart on a noose to show
Love is living proof of my existence
Time slips on wondering through my conscious
About regretful nonsense
In the thought process of paranoia living in fear with mental disorders
Wanting soar above constellations
Beyond a society that racist, and a system that degrades us
we are gods of the universe life's creators
Isaiah Wisechild verse:
God of the universe, i create my everything
Create realities, out of every dream
nightmares don't scare, what the heavens bring
Insecurities, the beauty in the better things
Pinky rings, gold chains i just wanna sing
r&b, open gates, so the angels sing
Through clouds, through the smoke and sh**
Open up the door, or i'm breaking it
every barrier thats in my life
every thing in the way, tryna take my life
will i live to see the day, Couple kids and a wife
In plus a f**in legacy that can carry my life
Long pa** the greats of my life and time
Long pa** your life, cause i'm makin mine
Great things i speak came true with time
great things i spoke came true through rhyme
Whether its a speech or a couple of lines
whether its a joint or a cup of the wine
i should do it to the point were its over my mind
or take that bottle, burn one, throw em' all behind