hopefully

Check, yeah
Blue whale
Aye, tattooed on my arm
Keep you out of the light
Put your lips on my palm
Put your hand on my forehead
Fall asleep in your bed
Speak under your breath
But I hear what you all said
Used to be scared to be dead
Used to be scared to be undressed
In the presence of less
Give them all my guess
Beautiful new red dress
I'm truly a mess
In the presence of, yes
Of lust and life
Letters of trusted times
Undefined
Somehow you blow my mind
Hope in human kind
Yeah, you give me hope in human kind
Yeah, hope
Yeah, in human kind
Yeah, but are humans kind?
I don't know, but I hope so
I hope so, but I don't know
Some days that I can't cope
Broken, I can't get close
Can't get, in a chokehold
Trying to let go of the things that I can't control
Can't get low
Get back to the soul
Back to the guy that I know
Yo, with a smile that's wide and shows
Light in the minds of those that I love and hold
Keeping the titles close
Lights that guide me home
Yo, colour them sticks and stones
Buildings of bricks and bones
People that sleep in homes
Ah, to each his own
Leave message at beeps and tones
I'm here, I'm grown
Been lost, been learnt, been shown
Been teachers that long since flown
Yeah, but you called my phone
Aye, but you called my phone
And you blow my mind
Give me faith in human kind
Yeah, hope
Yeah, in human kind
Yeah, you give me hope in human kind
Yeah, hope
Yeah, in human kind

I have wrote poems about these places because the riots to me were
The fulfilment of a prophecy by Marcus Garvey. The prophecy is simple
: When there are many hungry and many without food, many in bad
Housing, then a uprising is bound to come. The way I
See it, the youths have feelings and emotions. SPG
And the police force cannot deal with these feelings
And emotions. So now I use my pen to bring out my anger