Karoshi - QNA

My wrist watch is Irish made

And often seen on the arm

Shared with the same hand I used to pour my whiskey

But please miss me with your bullshit

I ain’t got time to explain my lack of fucks

I had them

Safely packed on trucks but I guess they must’ve «fell off» because

These days I see them haphazardly packed in the trunks and backseats of those

Who carelessly sell lies to the spoiled folks in the hood

Who — according to the suburbs — have eternally been seen as up to no good until

There are Marshalls waiting at the door

None name Thurgood, so what good came from our «Freedom», besides reruns of

Martin?

And in living color?

While Living in a world of black and white mindstates

Iʼd hate to burst your bubble with my blood stained, grey blade, but being a pro

Receiver of thrown shade

Iʼve made my way by seeking better lighting and Not fighting

My people, for that matter

My equals can see that outta all the claims made by those who

Know, I know

All too, well, cause I know nothing.

Except that space is sparse

And nothing changes with these exchanges in energy

I stop asking questions I know the answer to, so why do I still ask questions?

Hoping to hear what I want instead of what it is

Questions like

Who gets justice?

Is that a real thing?

Who is karma?

and why does she bring her 2 cents into every situation?

Just

Waiting for you to wrong her, so she can wring you from your neck

In front of a mirror to watch your own death

And, why does death itself

Seems like an escape?

Is it because I’m not my body, and I’m trapped here in the first place?

A spirit running a spacesuit at mercy to the universe, trying to sing along.

You see I

Catch the key often

Yet seldom understand the dialect, I just

Ride the waves of the cadence effortlessly, so you tell me, what do I know?

Probably as much as you know and we know everything so what’s the big

Question?

Besides, with all these questions, whose teaching the lesson?

Is he a she?

Are they like me?

What would life be, if I had

Answers for Kanye, sitting in Swayʼs seat with that «you just activated my trap

card» smile?

Fire in the eyes burning wild, Iʼm no child, just another young man.

Whoʼs watch is

Often found on his left hand, so even when time

Ticks away I stick

To my guns

Stuck

Teaching a nation chasing funds but when the bell rings I’ll expect yʼall to

have

Learned something.

To hold your pride in your work and not the ego

We go way too far tryna show what we know.

Be how can we ever think to sway a

Kanye’s to follow anyone’s lead towards the setting sun.

When all they claim to

do

Is run shit?

A bunch of things when seen in the shadow of our ancestors work would seem

Redundant

Shallow

A far cry from the roots

We fruit, live up top a heap of inaccuracy

Genetically modified information left waiting for a savior thought to exist

beyond

Our unified conscious.

Taught

To not want it that bad

Life

Love

Peace

And Happiness for you and yours