Mirror
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You claim to be a real nigga. But you’re so see through that I can see
right through you. You’re so two faced
that you don’t even know your true face.
Too far gone that you lost track of your roots. Too busy judging others for their poor
mistakes. Throwing stones while you’re
living in a glass house. You don’t even
know them. The lives they've lived. Their struggles. Sacrifices they've made. You barely even know yourself. Sitting in the pews every Sunday. Anxious to get in the word. When you don’t even know what it means. When you don’t even know God at all. Bragging all over town about your ill gotten
fame and fortune. Your prized
possessions. Don’t you know. It’s the people that make life worth living. Not material.
The people you step on. On your
way up the corporate ladder. The people
you cut off. The bridges you've
burned. Trading in your morals for a
spot at the top of the food chain. You
might have gained the whole world but you sold your soul. Worshiping false idols instead of giving the
highest praise to the one that brought you through it. The one that helped you through your tortured
past. The real reason for your
existence. See, your mom raised you to
love The Lord but somewhere along the way you forget his name. You sacrificed so much that you ended up
sacrificing yourself and never looked back.
You think she would be proud of the choices you've made to get to where
you are. You forgot about the people who
were there for you when you had nothing.
Who always had your back and asked for nothing in return. You forgot about that little kid who always
looked up to you. But who you never gave
a second glance to. Who you were so
quick to leave behind. That friend you
knew way back when. When your life meant
something. You forgot about me. You forgot about us. Look at what you've become. What you've been reduced to. See, half the time you walk around with
blinders on. You can see other people
but you can’t even see yourself. Don’t
even know the difference between good and evil anymore, don’t even know that
this life is gonna be the death of you.
That you’re living on borrowed time.
You wanna know who am I? I’m the only one who gives a damn about
you. I’m your conscience. Your innocence. The voice of reason. Your last shot at redemption. Your last hope at gaining your humanity.
Eyes Wide Shut
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Today brings anew. A
new day. A new dawn. New beginning. A beginning that gives birth to a new ending. New journey.
New possibilities. New
opportunities. See, Lord only knows
where this road may lead. But it’s up to
us to harvest the seed. To let it grow
and be plentiful. See, life’s too short
to keep doing the same old shit. Putting
all our time and energy into something that’s not beneficial. Into something that ain’t even influential in
our lives. So many of us strive for
better. But better never comes. So many of us are unloved. Unwanted.
Abused. See we were chosen by
God. Yet so many of us feel
worthless. Misunderstood and useless,
but the truth is we just haven’t realized our full potential. We try so hard to live up to everyone else’s
standards that we forget our own.
Constantly settling for less instead of holding out for bigger and
better things. Turning a blind eye to
what’s truly best for us. Living a
mediocre life knowing that’s not what God planned for us. See, life is not just a test for us. There are no courses to flunk. No second chances. See, this is our future. So many of us choose our own path instead of
letting it choose us. Everything we seek
has already been promised to us. We just
gotta want it bad enough. Live the best
life we can live with the tools given.
For everyday is a blessing.
Another chance to get closer to God’s will. Another chance to get into heaven.
Another lesson to be learned. Another story to be told. Another dream shattered. Another one left unsung. Another teacher desperately clinging in the
hopes of reaching another lost soul.
See, she cares more for her students than her own. She’s more passionate than anyone on the
board but she doesn't know where to draw the line. Another kid drops out of school cuz he don’t
think he’s good enough. While the next
one is being tossed around from foster home to foster home until the system
just gives up. Making him another
statistic. Another head case. Filing him under wasted space. See, they talk about educating our
leaders. But no one is interested in
preserving our youth. Building them
up. Shaping them into who they’re meant
to be, what they’re born to do. Turning
them into doctors and lawyers.
Encouraging them instead of deferring them. Helping them instead of hindering them. Shaping them to take over the world. Instead of tearing it down. See, we weep for the future. But no one’s willing to change it. No one’s willing to open their eyes and
nurture young minds. To expand their
horizons and look beneath the surface.
Telling ourselves that what we’re fighting for is worth it.
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