Derek Wilson

How Can We Rest

When most of the time
What’s holding our people down it be our own selves
We always seem like we have something to prove
Something to reclaim
Something to take back like there’s something to gain
Something was stolen from us
How do I know
Because we quick to be at war with one another…
With someone who looks just like us
What happened to us — What happened to us
Shoot me N the back
But run from the police
No need to wonder why
Rosa chose to sit at the front of the bus
So let us
Not be at war with one another
Rather uplift and heal one another, be real to one another
For the sake of our sisters and brothers and kinfolk
Who came before us

How Can We Rest
When every time it’s another black on black crime in the city of rain
Guess who is sitting back laughing, teaching their children
The truth of how to properly gain and sustain
Just look around; tell me what you see
Do you see the 400 years of pain …
Buried deep inside of my brothers’ eyes
Harden from centuries of systemic power of illicit money, and white lies
Or are you blind
Sleep walkin’ N these troubling times

How Can We Rest
When every time we go to pay our rent
We wonder how long will it be …
Until our landlord is for surely upping the fee
So we trapped
In what now is the gentrification
Because too many of the families in my jurisdiction are living with these
Feeling hopeless for a shot at what the world calls success
So we take our chances … at a life that we know best

How Can We Rest
When it’s that mentality of going back to what we know best
Keeps on tearing us down and everything in our path
It’s like
Every time we try an up and leave
Something keeps on pulling us back
Holding us down like we’re under attack
Leaving our lil black babies to mourn, and fend for themselves
Because mommy and daddy couldn’t get out of the way of oneself

How Can We Rest
When we young
And we see the tears in our mothers eyes
From broken promises and bold lies
From the father who swore … he said he’ll would never leave our side
But we don’t need no definition of disappear
To understand that he ain’t never here

How Can We Rest
When we begin
To live for one another instead of oneself

Derek Wilson Dream

Nothing can be taken for granted especially life itself.I want to thank you for coming by and checking out my profile and pictures. I know it’s a lil unorthodox because I didn’t follow the status quo by posting an intro, but hey, I’m different. Word to my momma, Ha-ha.
I am more than just an inmate, and that’s the truth. Once I get to know you a lil bit our conversations will keep you coming back for more. So message me on JPay or leave a message in my box … I look forward to hearing from you. Like Dw

Personal Information

Sex: Male
Race: African American
D.O.B.: 1/10/1987
Height: 6'
Weight: 168 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Convicted of: Possession of Firearm
Lenght of sentence: 25 years
Incarceration date: 7/5/2012
Current release date: 5/18/2028

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