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Yellow, Grey or Red

I'm done trying to understand
I'm done trying to pretend that I have a hand
in what is going around in this head
so I pretend instead
so that I can pretend not to hate
this shit hole we are all stuck, detest
is still what I feel, I'm at best
able to comprehend what is going around, still a gorefest
well that is what it is, but well all Imma do is compress
and try to guess
what is blue, grey or red
there is nothing pure black nor white
it all depends on what you see, what you feel, what you want to light
up or light up in fire, well gain some insight
before you say stupid shits, or stand together to fight
I know, not everyone thinks the same, but still give have some foresight
think in some silence like that kid in a room with no light
think for a moment and have some thoughts, doesn't matter if it ain't so bright
and ya'll must think I'm pissed right?
well correct but not as much
just disappointed in humanity, that's all but
do I still have some hope? not by default
I mean who am I kidding, I don't even know my own fault
all I know is this, that kid in the corner has almost stopped
to see, to hear and to think in an abrupt
matter of motions, yellow, blue or red
it doesn't even matter anymore, with his yellow emotions dead
tired of explaining, tired of the world where logic is fed
into a black hole and everyone has something to say
who does listen? who does think
that kid is tired of this shit hole where common sense has been pushed to the brink
of extinction, well still he sad
he wants to be heard too, still he feel bad
that little kid has thought for along time, still an outcast
still speaks fast, still has thoughts that brutally lash
him back but he is done, done trying to fight back
given up on the stupidity, the world is trash
that thought is still in his head, a bright flash
of light
has now died, no more fight
left in him, dark, red or bright
doesn't matter anymore, it's over, his life just died
in the same corner, where he almost committed suicide
slowly, silently, that voice, was killed...

-Yakaa: Jujaan


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