Where We Feed Into Everything That Says "Studies Show"

Today we have two different installments as a part of 3rd 4low week. We'll give item its own attention though.

Our first drop today is a poem entitled Getting Out Of Hell by none other than Ramaro Barnes. This poem is not to be taken lightly as it speaks to some of the ills of the world in which we live.

Follow along wisely, and be sure to check out Ramaro on Twitter and on Facebook where you can see the poem itself. Check it out below.

Getting Out of Hell

#Im in hell.. Living in a world and a mindset with walls that are closing in

I guess that’s what happens when my one track train of thought comes to a crashing halt

Thoughts leave me speechless, meaning I wont be able to talk

See im in shackles and im trying to be unchained

Not django but this is driving me insane

Failure is locked in my brain as I engage in a tug of war with struggle and freedom

Where are my outlets and listeners when I need them… damn

Cause this world is dark

How can I stay positive when I am enveloped in this black heart called society

Society….where the nonconformists don’t have no type of say so because they do not follow the rules that the people of this environment make .society..where talking educated is considered “talking white” and where every black man that has a gun is considered a thug but its ok for people to shoot innocent kids down talking about they were just “standing their ground”… society…a place where we feed into everything that says “studies show.. Or it has been "clinically proven that”….and once we feed into it.. it’s a wrap… society 

Where sobriety is looked down upon and support is vacant like a bad parent…issues get put on the backburner but are still apparent, but mfs just look through them as if they’re transparent

Damn.. The  tears ive cried from being is this bottomless pit of universal lies

And being part of a race that is  perfecting self genocide is enough to flood t he earth ten times over

But being misunderstood makes it worse

This gift I obtain becomes a curse when the pages don’t get read

Being backed into a corner..homicidal thoughts in my head and a body full of anger

Goddamn it Im in danger.. From myself cause idk my own strength

Its like raw talent but nobody wants to mold me

Ive failed countless times..success was nowhere in sight… I thought about ending it a lot.. Depression hit.. With nobody to console me… every ounce of effort and energy I had was empty.. I was on e…but I still will not fold

And now the table turns.. As I refuse to stay in this pit and fall to my demise

Facing adversity with no disguise, fury in my body, and the hurt of a million lost souls in my eyes

escaping these flames is a risk, but hey, somebody has to try

Living in this depleted society is hell but im making moves

Refusing to be abused and tormented…paving my path, with every brick and agonizing step I make

Making my way out…

I will get out of hell, and my pain will go away.

Check out the poem on Facebook: Getting Out Of Hell. Don't be afraid to friend request him either.