(My RSTL Verse for this week)

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
- Andy Warhol


People these days are blind, they’re ungrateful waste of lives
Cause the fate of mine was to change the face of time
But rumors say I was just tired, and now no one’s telling facts
Like I would choose to rest, just to go to hell and back?
So if you fell for that, you’re more than just a tad stupid
I passed through it for a cause, the effect I had proves it
See, tired of bearing discrimination and being told I’m weak
I decided to hold my seat, Now I’m the chairman of a nation
I’m Rosa Parks, known as sweet, the one we became equal through
But don’t take my kindness for weakness, I have an ego too
I didn’t just sit down that day, I sat on racism’s face
And all this talk makes me irate, nothing could have taken its place
I would leave people in the dark, but there’s a guy I know that’s bright
His name’s Pat and he made a time machine that will show I’m right
And help me go through these nights, once I prove people wrong
I go inside it with fright, yet ready for moving along
Set for whatever my quest is, I push a button in the back
Seconds later I’m stuck in the past, like I never had pressed it
It’s the day I didn’t give up my seat, which kind of comforts me
But I’m still the same age, so I run to find the younger me
While thinking I’m too late I see her on a bus line through gates
The bus arrives late today, but there’ll be no time to waste
Even less to focus with, but somehow I easily cope with it
And leave her shoe laces in a knot without her noticing
Which was not arranged, the bus comes & my clone went on her way
She takes a couple of steps forward and falls flat on her face
Then gets up after the bus leaves, it’s clear my aim’s done
I use the machine to return to where I came from
I’m back now and everything changed, stuff is getting real strange
Pat’s house has slaves, and he’s acting crazy, his head is deranged
I’m hiding from him, cause he has a nine and he’s coming
My heart’s jumping, as “n!gger, n!gger” he just starts humming
Then Pat asks for his Grey Poupon and a slave responds
We thought there’d be change we saw, but from that this is way beyond
The slave approaches me saying that I have to free her
And that blacks became slaves again due to lack of leaders
Cause Malcolm and Martin lost their following and their lives
Shortly after I was to get on the bus and scare whites
Then she said “we’re the worst race”, & in her voice I heard pain
All of this reminds me why I did what I did in the first place
When I would thirst change, It’s time for me to go back in time
Fix things so that being black is fine, get things back in line
So I walk in the time machine, but something gets into me
Blood drips as I push the button, Pat gave me an injury
I’m in the past again, only this time with a lack of wind
And the strength I have left is from emotions packed within
Plus soon I’m gonna die, cause Pat shot a lung of mine
But I wont stop breathing ‘til I go back to what was of time
Thanks to luck I’m fine, this time the plan is easy to finish
I’ll see the me that came last time in a measly two minutes
And that’s what happened as my seconds became even fewer
The other me fixed things while I’m on my way to the future
I get back and everything’s fine, except I’m about to die
I wont be around tonight, but out of joy I’m still bound to cry
As blood & tears drip on the floor, I smile at what others take me for
Knowing that if people knew what I know they’d appreciate me more

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