You're too busy.........

worrying about what's going on with the Kardashians
concerning yourself with Beyonce and Jay-Z
trying to promote your trap music
laughing and joking on social media
praying the fear away
harassing women on the street
looking for the cheapest price for Brazilian Remy
getting your face beat for the club
feeding your face
drinking til you can't walk
poppin pills
chasing a dollar and a dream
acting respectably
turning the fuck up
checking bae's phone
showing your ass
hashtagging eggplant friday
with your twist out
matching your shoes and your clothes
waiting in line for Js
on your knees
not caring
thinking you can't do anything
believing in the illusion of powerlessness



and we're busy dying

I don't know if you're ignoring this reality because you can't cope or because you don't care. Just hope it doesn't hit your doorstep. Just hope that a bullet doesn't penetrate your temple. Just hope that a baton doesn't connect with your skull. Just hope that the reality of being black in America don't fall down on your like a ton of bricks. Just hope that you don't get a turn while you're busy.....

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