Helpless - Locksmith, Olamide Faison

My grandmother said that my cellphone is demonic

I’d rather respond with a laugh then take a stand

The honesty you found in that statement is ironic

You pray to god then worship our data plans

We kneel at the social media alter

Confessing every sin and condemning those that faltered

Falsify life that we like and receive a stipend of likes

In hopes to hype the excitement that we exhausted

And jump at the first chance of distraction

And try to avoid real human interaction

We indulge and divulge all of our passion and

Passing our past thoughts and toss aside our compassion

Imagine if you had to look a person in his eyes

No hand-picked profile picked for your disguise

No false sense of pride or reside of hiding

Just a soul possessed and the skin you arrived in

Did I fall in?

Can you see?

What I’m caught in?

Is it me?

Where does it leave?

Is this a dream?

It seems so real

Feels like I’m lost

My other grandmother raised a family in the war zone

A foreign country that was war prone

The contra scandle had a handle on that region

When my uncles came here to them Richmond was the Four Seasons

After work walking on bissel

Bullets mean less when you used to dealing with missiles

And it’s hard to fall asleep when there’s bombs exploding nightly

And the stress you get to witnessing deaths scars your psyche

And it’s likely been caused by the very country you came to

Rearranged the sight only to find you got the same view

You had a dream still none of it came true

See the land of opportunity only contains you

And it’s futile for you, pal, so you plow, the avenue

Now… and try to do more but every door they shoot down

If you drowned and it was meant to be

Essentially can only try for so long

‘till you break down eventually

Am I stalling?

Is it me?

Is it calling?

Can you see?

Where does it leave?

Is this a dream?

It seems so real

Feels like I’m lost

For every breath that is exhaled I excel

Passed the point that they thought I would ever reach

If any person in my life doesn’t mesh well

I separate before trust is ever breached

‘cuz sometimes being smart is being selfish

And self preservation is key

They try to equate modesty with being helpless

But those are very different traits to me

If you speak how you feel then they bill you as crazed

If you stick to your guns that will become praised

If you phase by the thoughts and opinions of other people

You can only get as far as they say, or how they see you

But it’s lethal how they leave you in a lurch

For what it’s worth, no matter what, you’re never considered equal

So deceitful how to speak to the ones that state a mission

You either pay the price or pay attention

Am I falling?

Can you see?

What I’m caught in?

Is it me?

Am I stalling?

Is it calling?

Can you see?