With the game at an all time high level of lame…somehow through it all its still managed to stay the same…technology is the only thing that changed….putting a damper on the economical climate…with people who have the mental potential to move mountains…yet they’re too afraid to climb it…instead they remain seated as deep as that pit in their stomachs…as the truth run towards them…they’re hell-bent on running from it…nowadays we’d rather facebook than face books….opting to not see the obvious…later to be an object of oblivion…come take a look through my window pain….where the youth peep tweets…from the rich..with only an objective to follow..and the leaders are twits…the path is a dead end…the misdirection is a whirlwind of misfortune…gone are the days in the world when…our leaders didn’t run toward computers but rather marched for injustice against their fellow man…where the only time they took a seat…is when they were simultaneously making a stand…the future is damned…just outside my window pain…alarm clocks are replaced with glocks…creating a pane in my window which is bloodstained…by innocent victims..a result of bullets that aren’t named….killers with bad aim…where death can come from the slightest eye exchange from rival gangs….its color schemes that ruin dreams and create nightmares….neighbors turnt hostages…unable to take back a community that was once theirs so they reminisce on what was once there…memories…rushing them like epiphanies..as phrases like “Back in my day” become the thesis to their very own soliloquies..I’m urging you to look through my window pain…where sending your children to school is less safe haven…and more risk taking..teachers aren’t teaching but touching them in sacred places…where not only the adults but even the kids are taking part in the raping….and so I question..since when has “No” not meant “No”…unheard are the victims of molestation…in silence their cries roam..the kids are too busy being intimate to even cherish their innocence…growing up in broken households…where the ignorance is limitless…..no men to raise the boys…so they’re adopted by the streets…and the girls aren’t being teached…to be more than pieces of meat…now how’s that for a switch….nowadays…its ten times easier to get pussy then give dick…legs open and stay spread like epidemics…no one honors the meaning of “playing hard to get”…..as STD’s get passed around like rumors…as it breaks down my people from within like a tumor…a good rap with no wrap…is all it takes to create father-less juniors….so the saga continues……this is just food for thought ..to those with nothing left on their menu…nothing on their minds..It’s like everyone’s turning blind…yet somehow the pain still shines through this window of mine…where even religion is a constant friction between false worshipping Christians and Jihadist prophesied fiction….on one hand…you hear songs about the whole world being in His…but I don’t see it…and if that notion alone sends me to hell..then so be it…cause I’d rather reside in fire in brimstone…then to ascend to the pearly gates…off of beliefs I myself did not conceive…and thus can’t call my own…..thoughts of hell shouldn't spark an ounce of fear..since we were all born hear…the ones who praise God…are the very ones who blame God…for the death of passing loved ones….questions like “God why did you take them?”… overlooks the fact that it was He…who made them…meanwhile….members of Jihad…walk with a false since of pride as they watch their brothers in arms commit suicide….giving their lives for seventy wives….all-the-while playing their role in a horrible play called “Genocide”….turning religion into a universal gang war…where who you are and what you choose to believe…will get you killed if its brought amongst those who don’t agree…I find myself staring through my window pain….asking the world “what happened?”….and where did it all go wrong….is it too much to ask for us all to get along…is it too hard to see past the color of one’s skin…and judging them from the character that resides within…is it a crime to raise your children into adults with better principles…and are we so afraid of standing alone…that we choose gangs over being individuals…can we agree to disagree without either party being wrong or right….can your religious aspirations of sex in heaven not cost us our lives….can I eventually walk in my neighborhood absent of fear of being shot….like is it too much to ask for everyone to just STOP?!?!?!.........this is my pain....so from staring through that window........I refrain - Syncere
Excerpt from Window Pain Pt. 2
There’s entirely too much pain in my window…losing has become routine…and the opportunity to win is extremely low...where I escape one hell only to descend to another…where my efforts of trying are only rewarded with trying harder…grinding from the bottom with not a glimpse of ascension…feeling like prayer with God only gets u honorable mention…and nothing more…seeming like every bad person gets a break…and every good person gets broke…clinching the only thing they can afford…hope…and mentally I'm exhausted from what seems to be my life long fight…I’m better off doing wrong…because I'm penalized for doing right…I've tried so hard to do right by every one body….and ended up being wrong in the eyes of every somebody….so now that ache in my back…reflects the whole world that sits on my shoulders…and the opportunity to breakdown and cry slowly became inopportune…but since then I've gotten colder…so I've countered by freezing those same tears of emotion…which worsens as I get older - Syncere
