Question
my lifestyle
Hypocrites
got me hypnotized.
When they’re
the very things who compromised,
Switching
the truth for a set of lies.
Through
the years,
We’re
still shedding stifled tears.
We had
our multiple shares
Of deliberate
pain and bold fears.
So we
do what needs to be done
Cause till
kingdoms fall,
Fools will
never learn
Nor could
they exactly discern
That the
reason we still breathing,
Even though,
we still bleeding,
Cause the
drama they keep bringing,
Is cause
we ain’t quitting.
Heroes ain’t
made, but born.
I was
born of the fiercest persecution;
Tribulation
that would pale the Armageddon.
Was taught
it’s my destiny
To endure
soul mutiny.
Now the
labors of futility
Label my
existence vanity.
And why
should that bother me?
Or stand
in the path of who I be?
I will
live as I please
And the
vanities will never decrease
But increase
to disturb the peace
Of every
one of ‘em hypocrites.
I was
born into the ghetto
Of the
shades of sorrow.
Life’s
never been what it seems
So, I’m
not gonna pretend that ya’ll w/out sins.
From your
least to the greatest
Your very
kind of virtue stinks.
I hustle
cause life’s a gamble
I struggle
to go thro the huddle.
The race
I run
No other
human can outrun.
Just put
the crumbs together
And the
imposing sum will make you numb.
And somehow,
I find the breath to exhale
And by
what’s leftover I attain.
Still all
your corrupt talent could see was a thug.
You make
the sign of the cross
Yet,
squash endangered souls like a bug.
Now the
outcast from the last
Shall creep
fast and proceed to be first.
If I be
lost
My blindness
would blind the sun
To hydroplane
me through
The darkness
of fools.
Best not
question my lifestyle,
Cause still
I’ll rise.
Akpan
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