my feets is on the ground but shit, my dome’s up in the clouds. / my peers and students pass away as politicians masturbate, so i contemplate unconscious ways my conscience swayed to front and fake… / noticing my cowardice while smelling all the flowers and their potency, i mouthed some words of ‘hope’ from ivory towers: / it’s preposterous. i lost my shit a moment. atonement? an awful mix of coughing fits and hopeless aloneness. / bringing tears inside my eyes like shots of tabasco, to killin’ my fears with rhymes jus like wassalu fiasco. / the fight today’s a hazy fog, there’s frightening hatred painted on the lives of babies: crazy wrong, but i’m wide awake like grace lee boggs. / i must admit my limits make me nervous undercover…as i navigate white privilege as a person of colour / the big homie told me, “don’t assume we decide when our mistakes will teach us lessons, bro.” shikata ga nai.