0300… Writing, praying in real time

That insomnia remains my comfort zone

In hopes that God sees me working tonight;

But I know he’s tired.

We’ve gotten so far from inspired

It takes Black Thought

In barbershops, locker rooms,

Bars, to wax poetic, unbothered

Like sitting

Then a disruption of our sit-in

Standing in my skin, won’t change

Sitting, Jim’s Crows, replaced by sneakers

And younger generations don’t ask about them

Born wisdom, Knowledge God

Wu-Tang is for the children,

Paying dreams forward for the loss of ours

That said that one day, maybe we’d be equal

But can’t go home and integrate

And inject greatness. I Promise,

Holding court… They want to pat us down

Take some advantage

Then found that killing us was still the answer.

And we kneel,

While them boys became the stars

They always wanted to be