I will never put all of me into any one thing.

I’ll always split self in two.

I cannot be loyal to that which is not loyal to me.

This system was not built for me. It was built for and by you.

Fubu.

Those that are focused are focused on that old slave mill.

That will never be me.

I am making my way out of that, by God’s will

If you were me, you would’ve understood , still.

So do what you must and do what you will

It was always said that you will say anything.

You may view me as toxic

call it what you will.

Sad to see the old slave mill is grinding slow but grinding still.

You help to propagate the ills of the mill.

But I cannot blame you. You’re a product of the same system that you’ve helped to build.

You must be proud staring down at your plush virgina roses planted on the same mill you’ve built.

Are the roses synthetic or were they planted by others on that old slave mill?

Please have mercy on me

Pay me no mind, please

I’m just a tired slave putting my all into this old slave mill.