Red Hot

When I was a teenager spirit grazing in the high grass, I was taught that I was less than anyone on earth not just because I was black.
Because I was always a praying spirit, it made the embodied jury around me angry, it made everyone want to retaliate out missunderstanding.
How could they when they wanted me to serve the sacred crucifixion for someone else?
Now, that they lived out their dreams for so long in my life, reigning down, and playing house in my life they were Red hot.
Mad at the things they do for me.
Through the spring, summer, winter, and falls to I could not see the underlying enemies under my head heaping coal on my head.
A reflection of a misunderstood puppet being under someone else's mind control in a dream.
Now, even though I suffer unusual firestorms, I don't usually say anything about it.
And now I am Red Hot mad at what's been going down on me.
Being pushed away by boys and girls because they careless; don't want nothing but to watch me suffer, whilst the soak with the sun enraged at me.
One minute they want me down.
The next they want me up and Adam.
Then they want me to encourage them.
Next, they want me to give up and leave.
Then they want me to be independent, turn around and then it's dependent.
Wanting me to be all alone, then tomorrow be similar.
Chasing men; chasing women; chasing cars and a purpose to find structure by upholding financial aid and fairy tales of where you should be in a blueprint.
All of this confusion; the toss tussle and tumble, makes disbelieve, and now I'm Red Hot mad with you.
You want me back because I have anywhere else to be.
I don't deserve this and that and anything you lack, because you are mad at me.
Do you even know why you are mad at me?
Because everytime I turn around you either do or you don't and that includes how you want me to be.
You say you want someone serious, and extremely gifted or attractive to possibly be beating.
It's unclear to me what you want from me, and so starting with my orientation, I'll be the fagot America.
When you're around, I'll just turn it off like a switch to dark seekers like you, who always want complete control and my undivided attention as company.
It's a shame because I am natural selection.
Sacrificed to be the girl you know, with a Red Hot body just to skyrocket your mind.
Now I'm Red Hot mad at the scenario.
You want me to be alone for you, and when you stay the night alone by me  to use my shower, you wonder why I never noticed you.
Now, I've been living lying low , with my head pressed down towards the floor, waiting for the storm to blow right over me.
This is why I am going to bring all of my wings ,and fly down the middle over the line of fire you tried throw me in to burn.
Looking straightway at the mark, not looking to the right; to the left.
All I see is red!
All I see is red!
Most people they want insidious things, like love, but not me.
Just give me the boat with lots and lots of cash.
Now, my fairy godmothers Red Hot, because I lost the will to love a girl.
Now, her inner circle is Red Hot furious, because I know who I am.
Who's I am still don't mean anything to them.
She can't sue me.
She can't throw me away.
She can't control me.
She can't touch me the way she imagined.
And now their Red Hot livid with me, because everything they imagined they were over me is not lining up for them.
And now their tragedy is make-believing I touched them when I was never there.
It's sad people don't know what they have until it's gone, and now their Red Hot because they want to watch me become broken to pieces; to bitter to be any good, not strong enough to have something good for myself.
Now that they are all Red Hot enraged by the fact I can prove something so walked on, can wobble in confidence in control of attending a community college, there's no room for me to let you in on the secret.
Let it go, if you're Red Hot vengeful, because everyone you know of, related to , or even dated is more peculiar then you say I am.
You keep singing aloud you're a sinner, but you won't get this.
Quit beating the streets down to find my door.
You don't need to replace me for the true target that should be in a pool of blood.
Be Red Hot angry at your consciousness, you lie to yourself tell yourself anything to make you happy and mad at me the next moment.
It's seemingly to me, the double vision you have a standard of is very clear.
You want to shred me into two, and give me away for four sheckles of siver, I just knew that you are as Judas, you'll sale your soul to the devil to be recognized in history.
And now be Red Hot mad at the way you only get accepted in the world.
When you pretend to be like me.
When things are too easy.
Where you can collect tokens, I can be all you need.
A Lifesize trophy.
Living this life isn't hard enough, once you realize you don't have anything without me.
It's alright to deny the fact that you like to burn; melting down the reflection you hold up the mirror see you're nobody.
Not even to yourself, I like to see you pull yourself apart trying to fix the place inside that was never whole to start with.
It's why you're always looking for someone.
Searching for answers of retorical questions, deep in your soul you already know.
You're incantatious , desperate and impossible to please.
Please don't call me.
Look for my whereabouts I don't want to see you, hear you, empathy I can't feel.
It's alright; I know who you are and I don't love you anymore.
Don't feel sorry I'm walking on.
Be useful; do yourself a favor, when you get anxious, oppressed about what and who is on the other line in my phone.
Why don't you just drop dead, because you know I am always right.


                         Authorship by Mr Dashaun Snipes
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