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Beyond Walls


Beyond Walls Chris Justice: The tender delicacy of his anatomy was to forever live in infamy In a society, where his "kind" was not treated as an human being Due to People believing that word of they're god was violated Upon the vibrant horizon of one of the many homes of the holy ghost his pastor preached, shame on those whom opposed against the sacred scrolls Abominable spirits filled the room, as he grew uncomfortable In the back row sitting next to empty chairs, doing an outcasted prayer Praising the brutal exodus oozing the truth out of his self jeopardizing the grip of his own mental health Fallen within' the well of loneliness as an adolescent outside wondering where the statue of legends? Screaming in the void "give us the right to our existence!" By passing eugenics genocide, showing pride With his right ear piercing, Walking in blue jean Levi's button down white shirt and a tie Residing In the area of misguided youth, as G Craig Lewis decried "faggot" The same anger that filled within' renegade bandits of the white night riots Is Boiling internally. . his heart raging, with the eagerness to be heard Abide by tradition wishing, he could march in the New York streets alongside Craig Rodwell Gaining the strength to say what he felt like those before him Among-st the disgusted ignorance, that generated fear creating bigots Burning more bridges in our mankind, rewind Oscar Wilde committing a sodomy "crime" to his same-sex, that shall remain nameless Convicted under Leviticus 18, the Victorian view of "gross indecency" is simply making love under a lifestyle of human lust the sensual touch with any gender is crushed under the romans scripture to capture condemned souls, although matthew states to love your neighbor some continue to ignore the words of they're savior Awakening violent eerie leftover debris of fasten fascists breathing racism Crash into Asians, Europeans, Latinos and blacks Leaving an devastating impact, on what's suppose to be the unassailable relationships as one, united people yet we're an unequal Civilized melting pot Segregating against the next man who oppose the male box Standing outside the four cornered stall, drawing his scars out on the bathroom mural Parts of A rainbow Phoenix growing out of the cracks of an black deprived heart As an reflection of spirits overcoming horrors next to the image of an outline earth auger, on an green and brown planet blue water falling into a bag of faces filled with innocent respite souls other stories told with bullet holes and phone numbers decipher gang writing to discover terrifying world wonders Reflecting in the mirror is a demon a product of destruction disrupting the social norm modern day cold war crying faith tears dropping the iron curtain between himself and the inhumane grabbing a dynamite and a crane to go beyond the walls before him Ayanna Melody: Ain't I a woman? Sojurning for the Truth with this rhetorical question, And is baring small breasts Not proof of this lesson? That you judge based on fruit, not the gardener's intentions Cuz the road to Hell is paved in her pantyliners You have to pay to take a stroll but what's the greater toll The dent in your wallet or rib cage? Who misplaced her heart? Abusive boyfriends tore it apart She tried to cling to the pieces but you don't think of that as she drops to her knees, it's just sex, doesn't matter her reasons Ain't I a lady? without charm or grace, she sifts through memories of aborted babies. She who is without mistakes hold tight to that stone cuz it's a cruel, cruel world living life on your own. From places of privilege they pass judgement It's her life, but she doesn't run it this kind of strife, she never wanted Contemplates the knife, but she's never done it She is circumstance's bastard child But you call her "bitch"... "whore" You write her aliases on bathroom walls but you'll always need one more because your judgments are limitless against the broken and defenseless Video Information: Directed By Ayanna Blount Shot and Edited By Tiffanie Ly Song Information: Vocals Recorded and Mixed by Chris Justice Additional Singing Vocals By Ayanna Blount Music By TaeBeast
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