Young States of Mind
By W. Thomas
It's like....
I'm fighting for freedom,
Scribing for freedom
Tired society is not designed for me to live within
Its just not right what I'm seeing
So with the older's when I see them
I part spirit just to… talk to them,
With their helping hands
They show me I can walk with them.
I speak to a few and
So many of them
Burn to me like a stars of wisdom,
To some
A laughed concept
But I'm here laughing with them,
Therefore
Staying true
To feed understanding of them...
They've got this far
And soon
Heavens calling for another star,
And I'm hoping us parting knowledge
Is a time that will never part.
My eyes reckless,
"Stay claim…"
Cause their words sway to keep my center on track
Because they say that's there's
No need to run solo,
So I remain insane to not see like that
No more.
Now together
Were painting verbal photos with our thoughts within our chairs,
From this life of despair
Were breathing joy from city airs.
They've held spaces
When they were told
Simply
Move on from here,
As well as
That our race here wasn't meant to be.
My young mind draws on society negativity
But
They draw the lines on races similarities...
On where our minds do meet
As we all live this world regardless of our nation,
And I let my ears do the talking
Through this life's demonstration.
So I still...
Sit back recline
And let them
School your mind
Sit back recline
And let them
School
Your
Mind
Sit back recline
And let them…