Explain The Unexplainable By Saifulhaqq

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Explain The Unexplainable By Saifulhaqq

EVERY DAY I EXIST BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

EVERY MOMENT I EXIST BETWEEN EVERY SINGLE BREATH

EVERY MOVE I MAKE I'M CLOSER TO MY FINALE STEP

IF I REMAIN MOTIONLESS IN TIME I WILL EXHALE MY LAST BREATH

CAN YOU STAND IN THE RAIN AND STILL REMAIN DRY

CAN YOU KNOW THE RULES OF LOGIC AND STILL THINK PLAINS CAN FLY

CAN YOU LOSE A LOVE ONE AND STILL LIVE LIFE LIKE YOU NEVER GOING TO DIE

WHATS THE PURPOSE OF STRIVING FOR PERFECTION IF PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT IS A LIE

IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE SURROUNDED BY DANGER AND STILL FEEL SAFE

TO STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AND STILL BE IN A PLACE

TO LEAVE FINGERPRINTS ON EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH AND STILL GO MISSING WITHOUT A TRACE

IF JUSTICE IS BLIND WHY THE RULES ONLY APPLY TO A CERTAIN RACE

AND IF YOU INNOCENT WHY YOU GOT TO PAY FOR A OPEN AND SHUT CASE

DO YOU STILL CROWN THE CHAMP IF HIS COMPEDITOR CAN'T FIGHT

AND CAN WE OBAMA A VICTORY FOR THE BLACK RACE IF ONE OF HIS PARENTS IS WHITE

IF I ERACE THE LEFT SIDE OF THE WORLD WOULD THE OTHER HALF BE ALL RIGHT

OR WOULD I HAVE A NEW LEFT SIDE AND THE OTHER HALF BE THE NEW RIGHT

SOME TIMES I CRY CAUSE I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND

SOME TIMES I LIE BECAUSE THE OUT COME WAS'NT PART OF THE PLAN

SOME TIMES I TRY CAUSE TAKING A CHANCE IS PART OF BEING A MAN
SOME TIMES MY SKIN TONE MAKE ME A PUBLIC ENEMY IN THE LAND

SOME TIMES I FEEL LIKE THE GHETTO DRAIN MY INNOCENTS LIKE A VORTEX IN QUICK SAND

IF KNOWLEDGE IS POWER WHY DO THE EVIL ONES RULES THE LAND

AND WHY WE CALL THEM TERRORIS IF THEY DIE DEFENING THERE HOME LAND

WHY WE USED TO CALL BLACK PEOPLE MOLOTO'S IF THEY WERE BORN HALF WHITE

AND WHY YOU CAN'T EXPAIN TO A BLIND MAN WHAT THE SUN LOOK LIKE

AND WHY SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M SURROUNDED IN DARKNESS IN BROUGH DAY LIGHT

EXPLAIN THE UNEXPLAINABLE BY SAIFULHAQQ

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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