Words Of The Heart

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Apparently a racist man will judge whoever that he can, well I'm one quarter Irish so go ahead judge me whatever that means.

You see lately I feel confused ticking these boxes, cause to me all they do is breed conflict, it's not that I've lost touch with the reality of racism, sexism and nationality.

It just to me, all seems like insanity, why must I rob you of your humanity,

To feel good about mine, it's all about crime, dehumanising is how they justify it.

So I must keep on lying about the history of africa, so I can live with the massacres and

Repeat my mantra of Muslim and terrorist so I can sleep at night as bombs take flight.

Eyes open wide but I'm blind to the sight, too busy chasing the perfect life, and the working class keep them uneducated.

A truly educated man could never be a racist, to educate is to draw out what is within, are we not all the same under the skin.

I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen, and insecurities a whole lot of them,

I'm scared like you deep down,

I really do care that the world's not fair like you,

But I don't even believe my own prayers like you,

Chasing my dreams going nowhere like you.

Lost in a fog of my own insecurities I hold myself up as an image of purity,

And then I judge everybody else by the color of their skin or the size of their wealth.

Its truly not good for my health as the only one I ever really judge is myself.

The oppressor must suffer, like the oppressed though I pretend that I'm in control of this mess,

By inflating my ego, puffing my chest, I see a weakness and i need to show strength,

Or what i think strong is, cause if I'm honest, true strength is the strength to be honest.

And if I'm honest, I am just tired.

Tired of everyday seeing people filling up those cars, without knowing that they're paying for the bombs in Iraq.

Tired of pretending it don't hurt my heart, of wanting change but not knowing where to start.

Tired of listening to all the conditioning, and all the forms that they got me filling in.

Next time you see what you think is a thug and despise him, please know, I am just like him.

Cause I was like eight the first time I saw crack, same time I first smoked weed chocking on blowbacks,

First time I saw knifes penetrate flesh, i saw a hunting blade get thrust into my best friends chest.

Then as I grew and teenage years passed many more knifes pierced and then the shots blast.

And I'm not saying I had the worst ever upbringing but there's a million young men just like me in prison.

Its like the whole world is so full of this human stupidity that we choke ourselves to death, quite literally.

And I can talk, with my comfortable mouth, wearing comfortable clothes, in my comfortable house.

The tables will turn, we can but stall them, every empire on this earth has fallen.

So I guess, we have to find another way, maybe not today but it will come one-day.

And It may sound like I'm bitter, but in-fact truth be told I am quite the opposite,

I wake everyday and I'm overwhelmed just to be alive and be like no one else.

And the sheer weight of the thought of space is enough to keep my little ego in place.

All that we chase and try to replace, all along it was right in our face,

I may look back and see I didn't change anything, but in life's race, I know I gotta keep faith, and everything else, will be okay.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 19, 2012 ⏰

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