Broken Pieces

Yeah. They got me scrolling through my life on this Cracked screen. Seeing myself in fragments, Know what I mean? Let me tell you about A man made of broken pieces. Check it. I scroll through my timeline, see a life that Ain't mine. First laugh in the photo, That plane in the sky. People smiling in my Hat, but I ain't take the pic. Heart the memory though, where I don't even exist. I speak in movie quotes from films that hit Deep. Build my thoughts from borrowed books, Knowledge I keep. My anger look like pops, My laugh sound like his crew. I'm a genius copy-paste, somebody's rough draft, It's true. They got me quoting dead poets, claiming They pain. Wearing masks of other faces, driving me Insane. Tell me who I really am when the Lights go dark. Am I just an algorithm with A broken heart? I'm a man made of stolen Words. Stolen words. From songs I played twenty years ago. Years ago. From movies where the hero looked like Me. Looked like Now I don't know what's real, What's for show. Cut and pasted from fragments and Quotes. And quotes. Scared to ask the mirror, "Who you supposed to be?" My soul's a broken hard drive crashing slow. Crashing slow. Crashing slow. Mama gave me all her dreams when I was just a kid. My first homie lent Me swagger, way he flipped his lid. School programmed my brain with one solution to the Game. Be convenient, be needed, never bring them Shame. Now I carry all their ghosts, bitter, tired, And proud. They live inside my head like a Dysfunctional crowd. Somewhere deep beneath the Trash, barely alive. That little boy keeps asking when the acts subside. In the quiet of the morning, hear my breath. Feel my heart beat, nothing left. Thank God for every blessing that I get. For the love I can't accept. But I'm more than stolen words. More than movies from the past. From More than fragments and these quotes. I'm much more. I'm learning who I am at Last. At last. At Scrolling through my life On this cracked screen. Maybe if you like this post, I'll become real.