“I woke up to chattering teeth like a serial coward,
Except the fear is not within here, it sits in the air

The year carries twenty figures in twice orientation,
The year carries blessings and curses in twin proportions

Dear Twenty, talk to me, what do you expect of us?

Men’s lives fade like starving candles,
My hope slips out of the palms like I’m trying to hold wet air

Empty man, I’m scared of dying too young
Dumpty head, my shell cracks – I’m scared of dying too young

Bad days have me freezing inside the skull,
I’m not friends with God anymore and I miss Him –

Tears.”

“My mind carries a pain
My skin bears a voice
I’m mad and it shows

It’s black in my soul
I’m bad, I’m insane
I’m mad and it grows

Black man with some vocals –
Black man with no arms,
Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me  

Black man and there’s black in my thoughts,
So I keep screaming
Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him:

An ambition in the winter,
Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford
Friction in the air when I’m bitter

Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism
Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions
Give men races, take away our faces, branding

Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod?
**** the stereotype?
I try, but the Earth is stereohyped

Blame my senses? I can’t.
Too many cents owed me –
Nonsense.”

“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant

Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –

‘Forgive me!’

I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -

‘I’m Sorry, My God.’