© Brandyn Aubrey 2016
everyone is so small, like the greatness of man
either makes you tall or the first to crawl
in a direction of disintegration
does my greatness offend you?
must I shrink in dismay?
my spirit’s cocky,
though my ego’s
It is what it is
What is it?
Nothing but a genuine pull circuit…
whatever we stick to, we sponge too
I really don’t want no material viruses!
If you’re doing something they can’t comprehend
They will not see the beauty in your individual skin
They will mock your fullest potential
by protecting their defense
They will ridicule your inspiration
by calling forth their whim
Forfeit counterfeit riches
Remove yourself from this world
Anytime you want this world you’re crazy!
ignorance remains in fashion
while the group tends to hanker near
they reappear to disappear
to gather near to ingest fear
they practically love to falter free
Society stole something from me
My will to breathe
My want to see
My god, my identity
Please they said, fit in like me…
you too got it in you to suck a suckling
I said no, I don’t got it in me to be a wannabe
The struggle is real, yet your motives make
shift to sick appeal. This heart is real
It desires progress in the realms of
fruition not mindless shipwrecks
Yes they stole, though I never sold
My right to ignite the soul
of the Whole