february by camo

color is a word not a number so stop acting like it's a 9 to point at your brother's head and come to you senses before we all wake up dead. i know venom in your vains is caused by the pain of your personal pride clashing the anger in your eyes. don't let the prejudice outside keep poisoning your mind because the guy by your side might save your life. different llok but the same cries, both fighting the same lies and you still wanna draw lines pointing a gun at his head yelling at the TV like "if you don't shut up, he dies!" but you were holding up the same signs. different grapes from the same vine and now the land is covered in his wine and someone's kid is doing time. i don't get it, just, why? if only we could rewind so i could show you his mind because while you were looking for another piece to find in your puzzle he was looking for some peace of mind in our struggle.