through these words... (wish i could live forever to teach)

living the martyr lifestyle for a while now. how am i a victim of my lifeline?. i gotta tone it down before i make that sound and think outloud before im found. such a mental downfall yall. so to all. ball yall. i aint mad atcha. but heres the mathmatics. if you doing your dirt stay registrated. legal they hate it. reanimate and evade your wake. no longer criminal. rarely hear subliminals from the realest of souls. testimonys spoken and etched in stone. cause for all those years cotton picking blue, lynch mobs, nig nogs, and porch monkeys and fried and dyed fools. naps in the kitchen chittlens and corn on the cob. watermelon drenched lipsand chicken stricken fingers. stealing demeanors of european features. the past grooms the demeanor. seldom seem to be the key to living your dreams. a forest with no trees. legs with no knees. love with no needs. somebody please. replicate these captions spoken from me. i need. political structure. image of hustlers, fidgeting mothers, we mourn chivalry, no longer lovers, feigning for lusting, to offer a offering, bothering collagen, fixing my lips before i say some s**t like this. but thats just we. long-armed but we cant reach. but through these words. i wish i could live forever to teach.