Pages Of Deja Vu

My dreams when I lay hung from trees from painted face.

Will I ever grow traces of lifes born crisis in order to let go of my camouflaging?

Shaking in a corner with news papers on the floors.

I saw ever homicide I’ve seen…

Faces I can’t ignore…

From 5 to the age now at my door…

The race car crash past!

Cell extractions with batons, shields and mustard gas…

They used chemical warfare on us…

Now that’s what I call domestic terrorism…

Pissed off ready to hurt enybody in my vision…

They took away all my priceless valuables…

Even the pictures of my family members…

Mistaken identity on identified the right rong guy!

They planted dope on us and fucked up our records…

Being on a wanted list at 14 was my ambitious way to make bad memories…

They all payed…

I’m still in pain whenever I do finnaly sleep…

Dried up tears on my black pillow cases try to still fit in as a civilian.

I still get anxiety from hearing certain noises…

Still judged when they don’t even no him…

Ask him…

He will tell you…

Just stay for a while and I’ll give you my story…

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