verse

hard days work
out the door faster than acquired
tired of the flat race
to be placed below
tried to except the flow
while my instinct rejects with no
feel the pressure build upon my thoughts but i slip not
write till my fingers bleed stop
watch another cop knock holes into piece of chalk
got to creep to walk
or be next dressed in side talk
the eyes watch
why
cause i can cry not
my life clock ticks
till the index rejects quick
black life matter erased by death grip

hook

some lose
some choose to take bruised attitudes
could be anywhere
longitude or latitude
it doesn’t matter cause the pressor seems to know you
another reason to why
the things you go through

verse 2

everyday i’m faced with the question of survival
will i make it as person when extermination rivals
the mind floods swept by a tsunami cage
can’t work let alone find a job that wants to pay
the lone way seems to be my option
and it speaks to me better than the normal clock in
not looking for the riches of these others painting pictures
just a simple lifestyle without the devious depiction
mischievous description
to visceral dispensation
modern lynching with a cell phone noose
ain't it funny how we got back to being strange fruit
walking down a new path to find the same rout

hook

some lose
some choose to take bruised attitudes
could be anywhere
longitude or latitude
it doesn’t matter cause the pressor seems to know you
another reason to why
the things you go through