voices

The Art against? Nessie & Xe

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Voices in my head;

I’m not sure ‘bout what they say.

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Few might see the pain.

None of them feel the grain.

Can’t stare into the mirror.

He’s looking at me.

Damn, sorta looks just like me. 😕

Swear this dude is nothing like… 😳

Marvel Zombies’ war with self.

My Vision’s looking lively.

Like Joseph wearing colors.

Well, once upon a mission!

Pretty… 😩 broken shards.

Fuck! All these splinters.

Found me with a case of blues;

Mental attrition.

Young and dumb— foolish.

😮 Kaleidoscopic vision.

Sacrificed my sanity.

No clarity. Vanity.

Sanctity in verity.

Tragically, insanity!

Much disparity.

Ain’t that life’s polarity!?

Did not choose vulgarity.

What about reality!? 🤫

Talk about the casualties. 🤫

Who? My personality? 🤷

Whispers in my head?

N-not sure what they’re telling me. 😕

Shit. How could you let this be?

Nah. Go get it kid.

We was meant to be…

What? Your craft gon’ pay these bills?

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Voices in my head;

I’m not sure ‘bout what they say.

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Ukadai ukadai zvoshamisa.

Hell nah, they don’t like that, dawg!

No. Hona vanhu vese.

Vachakutarisa ka.

Xe, waakutaurisa.

The kid is hot. Kupisa huh!?

Kupfura geyser.

Mira uone.

I’ma cripple him.

That fear— ndichamupinza.

Bet the kid will overcome.

Nah, that’s wishful thinking, son.

Maybe we could both agree.

We should call him Padawan.

You know I can hear you some!?

But these are not the voices…

What you looking for?

Funny. 😒 Obiwan.

So, where the beat at!?

Pad and a pen in my hand.

Thinking 'bout where the trees at.

Think I need a blunt.

Blink! I’m in a rut. 😩

In the heart of the city.

Think about where the geez at. 🤑

I made my way to the Bay.

No luck. Hard knock… Light! Peeped that.

Good Lord, I’m astray.

I couldn’t find a rhythm.

But boy made a way!

New to the city.

Not new to the ways.

They abusing the city.

You knew by the way nought change.

I let the past come again.

History again…

To Manhattan from the Bay.

I’m blessed, you could say.

Listen to my head? That’s strange.

Truth! Fiction is easier.

Though I comprehend sometimes.

I swear this is strange. 🙄 🤦

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Voices in my head;

I’m not sure ‘bout what they say.

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So here I is… with my fears.

Shall I cower… with my tears?

Or shall I stand strong?

Make a stand or understand?

Go be the voice of my peers?

Understand l-l- last of a mill-?

I’m last of a dying breed!

Last single digit percent.

I’m last of a dying breed!

I’m going to back to the stage. 🙂

Back to the future.

All back with a blaze.

Back! Little bit of rage.

Spill it on a page.

But never back to the cage.

So I’mma let the ink flow.

I make splash on page.

I got words on my brain.

Brand tats on gang. Think.

Shall I let thing go?

More blast on range. Blank.

Shotgun words go splash on brain!

Game! Hauone manje? 🥹