Trapped
I am here, in this place breathing but not living
my heart is pumping but I’m still not living
I am breathing out false hope and “ain’t never gonna happen” dreams
cause you see, my heart doesn’t pump blood, my heart pumps the lies I’m fed
Lies I’m fed through media, lies I’m fed through government, yeah lies I am fed through my family cause its the same shit they were fed
my heart pumps the shit that won’t come out of me that’s trapped inside of me
I’m trapped, trapped in thoughts of “Oh, I’m a black girl, a nigga, and I’m never gonna be shit.”
because society is setting me up to be just that- shit.
But no, I’m trapped true, but I’m trapped
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