Lost

I am lost.


Lost in a world that only sees shades and could care less about you if you don't have the best grades.


Drowning in a sea of people that should unite under King's dream but can't stop from killing one another.


A dying race.. lost.


Lost in a system set up for our failure yet we hold the key to over-ride the system.


I am here.


Standing inbetween my destiny and what the royal blues have planned for me.


They send rays of hate at me.


I am lost.


Lost in a community that would rather tear down the ball courts and bang their gangs as the toughest in the streets.


Surrounded by the very people I look to for strength but they're so caught up in the demonic world of Jordan release dates and Versace belts.


I am lost.


Lost in an army of girls that can't see their self worth.


Lost in an army of woman who can't see how beautiful their african roots are.


Lost in a worl that says kinks an coils are not beautiful because the latest Minaj insits on a needle and thread.


I am lost because I am different.


I am lost because I am me.

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