Sitting In the Dark

Just in my room sitting in the dark;

I hear police sirens, I hear the dogs bark;

Chaos on the ground, chaos in the air;

Regardless of my feelings, there's chaos everywhere;

I often ask myself, "How can I survive?

How can I make it? How can I stay alive?"

Irresponsibility may put me in a war

Probably worse than the one when I was four;

Yet in spite of all this, I still feel a fire

To fight against oppression and conquer my desire;

I still have a hunger to fight even more

Because I only live once (RIP twenty-four);

I'm thankful to God that I see another day;

Even to my moms who helped pave the way;

I have been encouraged to beat all the odds

By blocking out the nose with or without ear pods;

Even if I feel I need to pause like a comma,

I still need to fight to see change, Like Obama;

It's time to stay energized, not to be still;

Because if I don't care about the fam, who will?

I could choose to pout, even fuss, or even run;

But as far as I'm concerned, there's still business to be done;

Now I think I'm ready to "press toward the mark";

The things that I think about while sitting in the dark