Devalued, like a failed currency.
Swept away with administrative urgency.
A crumpled paper overwritten too many times,
Covered with ideas and illegible rhymes.
I was thrown away.
Like a bank note from a country that no longer exists,
Faded, thin and torn by insanity’s dark fits.
A spent razor trashed cuz’ it was ejectable.
A coin tossed cuz’ it wasn’t collectable.
Without a place under this sun.
Tell me is it worth it?
I’m tryin’ to birth it,
But new life just don’t fit,
On top of this old shit.
Steel bullets rained.
For my friends death came.
But not for me.
Not
For
Me.
I’m rising through a crack in depression’s pavement.
Findin’ a reason to live to my own bloody amazement.
I’m just a rejected thing makin’ some space.
A once dead thing tryin’ to find a place.
Among those who cannot see.
My cadence grows stronger and my rhyme is sure.
Where hate is the sickness, love is the cure.
Where power’s the measure of things on this earth,
My ability to love is the sum of my worth.
Tell me what’s in your wallet?