Drowning Mind

All I want is to lock my hair, dreadlocks
My favorite artists have them
I want to look like them and move with the flow
Mother is scared, I might have started doing weed
My culture says that's just for the streets
So I don't only because that style is damn expensive
I guess my circle is broke before it breaks
It makes sense to study my people before I dress up
Or they will rap up my careers before I do
And show me the exit, the back door
Before I spark a light they already blow my candle
And I am stuck in silence, my opinion drown.
©jobchola