Poem:"They k[NO]w better"
No audience at the gallows, they waiting for me in heaven.
haters applauding my shadow, the rest just judging this peasant.
guessing the answer to questions, from lessons never ingested,
"invested" but best fit resting compressed in the nosebleed section--
I'm not talking distance, I'm talking about their indifference.
which is different, cause they love me but they jack the system.
I'm in the box 'til the jingle finish, then I can pop out wit'em,
they're in denial, with a memory block, so the heart is where I hit'em--
they going to kiss me, say they miss me, they were always wit' me,
best wishes, pray for me, that's sweet, but ignorance is bliss, SEE!
dismiss me, may display their praise when the race is history,
faced with being ungrateful, but grace is shown upon my victory.
where were they when I was drowning in my own tears and misery?
when my conviction or freedom was an unsolved mystery?
actions contradicting speech, as if they succumb to trickery,
hickory- dickory, the mouse got free, one- eighty when they convicted me-
didn't question my death when the cuffs were my hearse,
"Why'd they do such a thing?" is the question I'm cursed.
"Why'd they do such a thing?", I don't know but it worked.
even worse, they think they care whom it hurt?---
they went from praising me, to hating me,
I was too dazed from a haze to see,
that they were blaming me, for every hateful deed,
they created to their families, and agencies.
underground, beatdown, Locked in a Vacancy,
silent not deadly, if you knew me,
took advantage of me because I didn't speak,
and this tragedy, was an escape for my enemies...
who were full of greed, they slothed through life, lusted after me,
envied me, mistook my pride for gluttony,
surpassed wrath, in a house of glass, still no hate in me,
there's no has to be, I walk my own path until I'm standing free
pressure from these measures made this tough masterpiece,
until I'm free from this corrupt cavalry, just keep on asking me--
"am I okay?", what do I say, to this cliché, if I don't want to ruin their day?
smile on my face, and say "I'm fine" while deep down I truly suffocate,
suffering migraines on a day to day, which doesn't compare to the heartache,
if they care, then why feel tension with me? why do I feel betrayed?
dismayed in disarray, the attention is free, they don't have to pay,
or stand at bay, it's gestures I need, so start by finding out "who is they?"
by Pablo Garcia (1.3.21)
