The times seem to dictate the walk we walk the ways we talk our demeanor towards another
Father, sister, mother, brother
The way we treat the people we're supposed to Love

We seem to be trapped in this everlasting darkness, ever hateful presentation of an everdestructive mindset.
Is it because we're sensitive to the light?

For when we come across those brothers and sistas of such a positive interpretation of a life we know has to exist outside of this dark realm we live in, we dont intend to give in
We instead begin to pretend to fit in, to know what theyre talking about. Their light has made us sensitive.

So try as we might to get the dialogue tight, the darkness that comes across says this brother or sista just aint right
And they can see our struggle, detect the inner now outer fight

We've began spiritually squinting because the darkness inwhich we've strived lived and died has revealed to them and us that we're just ...Sensitive to the light.

So instead of trying to conform
we decide to stick to whats called the norm

Even though we know
The light thats the way to go fa' sho!

Naaah...That dark entity of my mind says its too much to give up
Took you this long just to live up...to whats kept you down
Ha! Ha! Like I'm gonna start smiling now after that fine brotha or sista has revealed to me that the way I frown....is attractive.

Shooo! As long as I can see clearly in the dark even though it might not be right, till the time is over and my soul says good night
I'm having fun too much fun avoiding whats right because yeah, yes I am.....Sensitive To The Light!