I gather stones that lay beneath my feet
And hear the drum banging sounds of my peoples beat
My peoples be who ever u want them to be
Just remember you are what you are but our souls aren’t visionaries
I been told dang girl you be confused
You know what you are you got us amused
So I walk back home with nothing on these feet
Cause this feeling I prefer, at least my happiness has something to meet.
The banging’s I still hear clearly and its merely due to heart beats being afraid
Why afraid? Why wouldn’t you be if you were waiting upon a human’s tongue like a blade of trade?
Words so mean they cut through emotions coz you aren’t like them
So they trade the blade phrases until you nod to him,
Or her, but why should I agree?
I have the right to be friends with whom ever I please
I don’t look for what it is on top I do say and plead
But phonetic voices in my head is what I bleed
Bleeding representation of to many peoples sigh’s
Coz you got to be judging on a human’s outside
Please you are wasting my time
I see you talking but I hear a mime
Don’t be telling me what is wrong or what is right
Coz my standards be dominating your words of fright
So these stones I lay down in symbolic of respect
Now you be your own judgement to yourself and judge your own human concepts!
u give the heading...and its me yochanan
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