Sympathy and compassion
For the man that takes the wrong action.
When they asked, “who would like to be a poet?”
I raised my hand and pointed my index finger
Wrong decision, maybe?
Should’ve pushed to be a 90′s RnB singer
With the dangerous vocal chords,
That tangles spinal chords
Making women have poor core
And out of the oesophagus roars
Instead, all I get is clicks
Or the odd fist
Anything else is a myth
Like a black man eating Jollof rice with chopsticks.
Sometimes I do think I can be a game changer.
My words have influence,
Would you believe me if I told you that right now you’re under the influence.
What I have here
Is a secret weapon
I have the skill to take you to the point of depression
This moment of silence reminds you of the day she woke up on the wrong side of the bed
And committed suicide.
Take a look into my eyes
Your older cousin is hovering over you, rubbing you in the wrong way
Am I… touching nerves?
Treading on pressure points
Watch me perform liposuction on your ego
Three naughty boys approached
Told you if you want to remain healthy, just remove your chain
To make matters worse, it was done in front of your girl
Safety before bravery,
No choice but to do it.
Who am I to call you a pussy-cat?
I don’t want to play devil’s advocate anymore.
So let me use my resources for the good of humanity.
My glossary has the ability to dress up wounds
That you sustained from the drunken nights of abuse.
These metaphors are on a mission to be a crutch for the lame
Look young prodigy don’t give up on looking for work, I know there’s a lot of inequality
Don’t worry you’ll soon be contributing to the economy
Here take this synthetic limb of encouragement
Imagine if these words alone could prevent wars
Well they already did, you just don’t know it.