Styled Free

They still killing them

Still filling them

Holes 

Six feet deep

We still following like sheep

We sleep

It seems 

I mean 

We getting so lost in between

Being woke

Tryna provoke 

Others into feeling our pain

Disdain

But hell we doing the same

In Chi town

My town

Your town

It ain’t just them killing us

We only seem to see the unjust 

Pig killings

We spilling 

Out in the streets

Yelling in defeat

For justice 

But it’s just us

Blind to Philando

But quick to speak on Justine Diamond

I’m in 

Shock...

Let me come to my senses

Cuz when it’s senseless

Not to mention 

Repetitive 

They don’t have 2 fucks to give...

Random

I’ve held on to a lot of empty souls... people who have shown me time and time again they could give a damn about my feelings. People who have always stuck to their guns and told me time after time they wouldn’t change and it’s take it or leave it. That was stupid on my part for thinking I could changer their ways.... make them see something different in me. I failed myself... let myself down for the admiration of a few. Neveragain!