Byron Henderson - HIS REFLECTION. (INTERLUDE) lyrics

Last time I watched the news, I was sick
Repeating history on a cruise
Visibly just another sinking ship
Innocence killed by these white folks
Ideologies tightrope, pushed into a cesspool
No idea where I might go
I took the road less traveled
My life unraveled so many loose ends
Someone tightened the nooses while
I hit gravel
Fluent in self destructive thoughts
But none of that compares to how this
Wind is hitting as I fall
Gravity holding me down better than
I was ever taught
I don't speak unless I mean it
Even if I leave you lost join the club
I've been in the dark for years now
Used to fight my tears
But now my ducts are dry and clear now
Think if I could possess my
Current knowledge as a kid
How would I fare? How would I feel now?
You let that book brainwash you and
Now you live in fear, Wow
Pray for the so called weak
Planning for Heaven
How when you ain't cleanse
Your soul all week? Pushing agendas based on
Heavily flawed religion
That makes y'all a living
Gave us crack and cracked
Us with nightsticks, That's called a system
Turned our leaders to villains
Locked us up without a prison
While they turned your daddy's
Name into numbers, Their profit's risen
We're the opposition
But check it out, the plot, it thickens
Went from, "We don't die
We multiply" to nonstop division
This country is not to live in
It's survival of richest
F it, a black heart donor
You might just pop up missing
See they target women the same
Way that we target women
Convince them they're the problem the moment
You learn they're not submissive
My apologies though
From here on out, that's something you
Ain't getting out of me, Bro
I'm no one's property, no
Know that I know I'll be alone for the
Rest of my life cause I'm numb
Too numb to ever care again bout
The city that I'm from
Please believe me when I say
I'm just returning favors
Learn to love yourself and pray you
Never give your life to labor
Look at my skin
Too useful to discard, but you ain't sacred
Look at my friend
This country spit her out after it ate her
Rappers still signing rights away to
Labels trying to blow, I'm amazed
Might as well throw the pen
And hold the grenade, Listen
Or is it trauma speaking for us
Like when y'all ignored the screams as
We were running through the forests
What's forgiveness for some torture?
Traded living for misfortune
Another flash from the rooftop
As I brace myself
My death was gorgeous to them