Just a Thought

People got paper stacks to save they life but I'm trying to save my soul. Can't get right cuz aint no place to go. Tryin to do right but it seems I'm chasin the wrong fight. Or maybe I'm on the wrong flight cuz this plight seems to be laced with green strips but maybe I just slipped because I'm bitin my lip to hold grip. Man sometimes I feel like the fuckin terrorist. Is my exisistence that much of a conflict? Black skin must identify me as a convict. Because even jail cells have hot water but I'm waiting for air to fill my sails so I can float away on a stream of my tears. And I pray one drop will reach to the depths of hatred and change one stone heart to that of Charmin so absorbancy will connect us all. And that game of connect the dots will no onger involve gun shots. This unity will ensure I'm reunited with my children. Ensure that medical treatment is accessible to all. And maybe inspire all that change is a constant battle but swords are not needed where knowledge is breeded. And I just draw phresh blood to remember a time when sacrafice was the only thing that could ensure mercy. My words may not envoke much thought, but my spirit thought that the ambiance through my faith, is what makes me dream while I'm awake.