Our paths crossed.

We intercepted years of history,
bonding us as natural-born enemies for unknown reasons.

Our past’s lost,

Memories of torture,
hatred,
and similar emotions
penetrate history to create permanent lesions.

Our last thoughts,

Compromised brain matter
attempts to compute the actions of man
and interprets the meanings.

We pass faults.

Justice is never reprimanded through man,
so apparently Martin Luther King is still dreaming.

I fail to conceptualize a life
where ethnicities no longer have to endure suffering.

As a race we were promised freedom,
the pursuit of happiness,
and everything in between,
but it seems it’s still buffering.

People believe hundreds of years of captivity and present, discriminatory activity
are not indicating factors of prejudice actions
being struck again.
It’s apparent we have yet to advance as a species
because ill intensions are being dealt,
giving no indication of when the bad luck would end.

Help me to understand
how the amount of melanin of the skin
determines who is more superior to whom.

Instead of being in competition,
we should advance ourselves from within,
otherwise we’ll be complacent to our doom.

It seems we have difficulties seeing the equality of all species, an issue that needs to quickly improve.

Because on our day of judgment,
our actions toward one another
will be the solitary evidence
that will make the court adjourn
before we set foot in the room.

Racism still exists if people are unaware that they’re racist.
It is ignorant hatred
applied toward different colors of faces.
We were told that we shouldn’t look the same,
so we were split up by nations,
But people are historically oblivious to the basics.

Centuries later,
history has been removed from our valued concept
of knowledge
when they lead you toward psychological prisons
because it would be historically incorrect
for you to go to college.

It’s astounding we are still being transported
by chains years after slavery has been abolished.

We are physically “free”,
but it’s our one-dimensional thought process
that’s being held hostage.
We bring in children,
and they are stuck in the same cycle of being led to coffins.

Our image is wrongly told,
and we are being computed by the wrong messages too often.

So when we encounter outsiders,
they misinterpret our intent
because they make up their own assumptions
of what we mean when we’re talking,
Then generalize us to live a lifestyle we may not be involved in.

Simply because of the color of our skin.

Please don’t take this personally or thoroughly to heart,
But
I hate you.

And I would rather not play the blame game
or point fingers at who tore whom apart.

I just miss you an irritating amount
that I’m sure will be alleviated as time inflates.

I constantly make these illogical attempts
to locate you in my memory and press erase,
But every time I try,
a new connection is formed and takes its place,
Resurfacing your face,
An obnoxious amount that leaves me in my present state.

I entertain the thought that maybe I’m doomed,
and you were the one that got away.
But I also acknowledge that billions of people
are on the planet,
and someone out there could be just as great.

Part of me doesn’t want to invest the time
because I was satisfied with how we played.
So maybe in the end,
we were meant to be delayed.

But you tell me.
I lost touch with who you are.
I wasn’t totally as honest as I could have been
or as I was in the start.

I mean…
You weren’t either,

But it’s nothing we can’t restart
Because at this point,
I may be willing to forgive any hurt in my heart.

I search and wait,
hopefully for a subtle sign
or a light bulb of some sort
that could tell me we would be just fine.

I guess I’m being silly.
I must be completely out of my mind
because realistically speaking,
I can’t count how many times
I’ve attempted to reconnect for the sake of our minds,

or maybe
just mine.

I can take the hint,
But I struggle to solve the rhyme
because no one told me
when you fell in love,
you would be eventually forced to climb.

Why do I proceed to make a fool out of myself with persistence?
My success appears to be locked behind my potential,
perhaps serving a life sentence.
I have the tendency to convince myself
that positive outcomes will arise at any instant.
Maybe the results I was looking for would appear
if I remained consistent?

I guess I will never get the shipment.

I don’t believe in happily ever after.
I acknowledge recognizing its possibility would make the process go faster,
But so far it has been a concept
I have unsuccessfully mastered,
Repetitious disasters.

Stuck between failure and motivation.
Fully competent of what I can offer,
I demand a lesson from life
because I’m too impatient.
I often have difficulty trying to convey this,
Because you can say the message word for word
but it never comes out the way you plan to say it.

Especially to those whom the words are spoken to.
We are often rushed into commitments
by people with agendas,
Which we are forced to get accustomed to.

We say our vows and become enslaved.
Prisoners to those who set their ways,
Obligating us to follow suit,
but we never get it tailored when it’s made.

Where is the freedom in that?
How many times will we accept concepts of destiny
and give in without examining the facts?

Just to have fake smiles across our faces.
We constantly give our all for it to go unnoticed,
so we accept where our insecurities will take us.
Expressing emotions and feelings that originate from forsaken places,
It’s hard to accept that damaging relationships
are a part of life’s homeostasis.

Sometimes I would rather end my own life
than to continue living in it with you.
Is this due to my lack of health,
or is it a testatant to how I’ve been living with you?
The situation didn’t improve
and was so horrendous that I would rather end it than use
another day suffering the conditions of you.

I rescind the forgiveness I gave to you.
Darkness orbits my conscious
and part of me hope’s the same for you.
I hate you.
Hate is used as synonym for unicorns and rainbows
Because it doesn’t entirely convey my disdain for you.

I’m haunted.
My brain chemistry has been altered to experience the part of the world the human psyche was designed not to witness.
I don’t want this.
I’m having battles in different dimensions just to keep my soul from becoming a victim.

This is farther from physical pain.
Gravity squeezes my nervous system
As I pop synthetic prayers to keep my flesh from becoming a stain.

I see things are good where you are.
You couldn’t possibly equate to this.
Trauma always leaves the biggest scar,
So you’re coming with me because no other passengers deserve to take the trip.

Buckle up.

Produced by: Godspeed2 & Zevrst
Written by: Godspeed2
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by: Studio 11, Chicago, Il (2018)
Sample Credit:Dragon Ball Super, “A Time to Strike Back”

LYRICS:
(Godspeed2):
And I can feel you pulsating from miles away.
Push you out my mind, then you find a way.
You got me up, so it’s time to play.
We don’t really care about the time of day.

Vibrations.

As we co-exist,
We smash together to make atoms split.
Ripple waves whenever we take ocean trips,
Until the frequencies merge and grow more intense.

Vibrations.

You then seal your lips.

Can you handle the girth?
Can you feel the width?
Push deep inside as I feel the grip,
You feel the tip then I feel the drip.

Vibrations.

We combine as one.
Transmitting signals at our time at fun.
The wave increases ’till the time is done,
Oscillating inside you until the moment comes.

(Chorus)

Vibrations…
Vibrations…
Vibrations…
Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations.

You’re surrounded by lust,
Closing in, sensitive touch.
(Vibrations)
No escaping this feeling, the intensity is too much.
(Vibrations)
Your blood will rush,
Until the pleasure is filled then fully flushed,
(Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations)
Fulfilled with passion until your treasure is dug and coming up,
It’s the…

(Remedy):

First let me start off with my intent.
I know ya like it rough, when it’s too much, you can say when.
Feel like it’s been forever, so tonight I’m going in.
But before we get it started, first I need your clear consent.

That’s your ass now.
Way too late to back down.
Move in slow, then fast out,
Please don’t tap out.
I know ya like those smack sounds.
Piñata getting smashed out—
Confetti splash out.
Your body’s gettin’ pat-down.
Treat your box like a stash house,
I’m locked in your trap now.
Way too high to crash down.
We explode then we pass out,
From
Vibrations…

(Chorus)

Vibrations…
Vibrations…
Vibrations…
Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations.

You’re surrounded by lust,
Closing in, sensitive touch.
(Vibrations)
No escaping this feeling, the intensity is too much.
(Vibrations)
Your blood will rush,
Until the pleasure is filled then fully flushed,
(Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations)
Fulfilled with passion until your treasure is dug and coming up,
It’s the…

Vibrations…
Vibrations…
Vibrations…
Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations.

℗ 2018 Godspeed2.

Words can express the way I feel,
That’s what poets do.
I get the feeling you knew something like this would happen, conversing with God about being one of the chosen few,
I wanna know the truth.
You left, didn’t pack, no goodbyes, or warnings,
What were we supposed to do.
Honored and humbled that I was able to experience your spirit and have the opportunity to get close to you,
But I don’t know what to do.

Broken links never mold into chains again.
Once your energy left. I knew we would never be the same again.
Odds were against us throughout our entire journey, but through our connection we were able to reign within.
So essentially, you never left
You just separated mind from body,
And connected your everlasting spirit to aide us and protect our names from sin.

I recognize you were called home for a higher purpose.
I question God directly.
Because I know you became the soldier you knew you had the potential to be,
I just pray it was all worth it.
It hurts, shit,
No one was prepared for your departure.
My eyes boil over as I shuffle through cached memories from when we first met, to the day you cited your vows at the alter.

I would selfishly break into the gates of heaven to steal your soul and return you home if i had the chance to.
You were my brother, my Ace, my link, you were also my friend too.
You were there for us whenever you were needed,
No questions,
Even if you couldn’t stand to.
But now you integrated your soul into the higher workings of God, and you have been instructed have to watch over us,
Even if you didn’t plan to.

A lot of y’all exaggerate your abilities as significant others.
Boasting your skills as if you’re an invincible lover.
Ask yourself,
Are you a good partner to the person you’re most critical of?
Has your self-harm found a new target so you can take advantage of the next person that gives you his love.
You may think the world of him and want to push him to heights you think he can reach, but is your layouts of the mountain the same?
Are you realistic in your expectations?
Fair with the problems you have previously obtained.
Do you have your insecurities in check?
Or are you quick to fault him for your flaws?
Does your happiness get thrown to everyone else besides the person that’s the most emotionally involved?