He is a shell of where a man use to be
I look at him and see hallow
When a black man loses the one thing that pulls me like a moth to a flame
No words can be spoken, that day is a dark one.. No pun intended..
Timeless strength
To carry the world , the burdens and his woman on his back
I can no longer respect
I can see the globe when I look in a strong brothers eyes visit a different country with every inch of skin I. Touch
This sad backboneless shell.. The one with no scars no muscle tone. No neatness no here no there.
The man who is never satisfied.
Has tickled my anxiety for the last time
I need to find the snare that will complete the classic mid tempo low vibrato.. Silky jazzy melodic song that will dictate my future.. Whereever you are .. Hit a beat one time if your near me.
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