Tayllor Johnson is a poet, writer, and activist. Which I can tell you from the front lines, will never comeĪll you are gonna hear is the stomping feet Use my Black voice to make friends with uncomfortableĪnd still they listen for his last words, I had no choice but to grow out, grow loud, grow force My existence is an anomaly to this countryĬut short like weed smoke sucked back into the lungs of a crack head origin–
I had my mission: Create Artistic Friction My Lieutenant had an assignment he never got to finish I stood by him before I knew how universal our demons were He spit like glass under rioting shoe soles My side was chosen, my loyalty embroidered His name was a war cry for the war-torn masses Lip synced as legend by the time I was conscious,