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I get high to escape the tragedy of my reality and it a travesty that I found comfort in the lies of my dreams, hope and wishing that it's not a vision of deceit, giving me false confidence, but the Truth is, each puff has me elusive, feeling inconclusive and life is amusing to me, the smoke flows from My lungs like poetry from a poet, exhale and let your mind inhale, free to indulge in the enjoyment of your wildest fantasies, letting your soul fly Independently, but as the rush start to hush; actuality comes back to mind, desiring you were in another place and time, requiring you to take another hit to escape the masonry that I have to face, disorientated and hi, I can't live up to the fatality that is my reality, I rather avoid The truth of life and get stoned cuz I’m a stoner always in my zone.

By: Sensation's of the (Truth)

©2014

Black American

understand that I write poetry too give my people a voice and choice.

Land of the gritty, home of the slave, land of the needed, home of the misbehave, America, the good old US of A, that's what they say, but I guess life was destined to be this way, enslaved by the Systems, Dame did I miss something, thought we were equal but I forgot I have pigment in my skin and I guess that's my sin, the fight against racism I don't think we'll ever win, yes we've won the countless battles but we will never win the war, because we're too wrapped up in all ways, mindless zombies and modern day slave, letting the system sale us a dream, you never have to work! here's GR, SSI and AFDC, Give us your kids and sit them in front of the TV, let us raise them with 106 and park, MTV and BET, have your kids lost and mentally confused, no wonder we are going extinct, open up your minds and think, there is more to life than what you see and this is my final plea! If you haven't hear...

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