1900
But it's fine.
Still smiling when the hour flatline.
Still it's fine.
I jot about them bodies on these flat lines.
But it's fine.
What's that stinging in my chest?
Hardest challenge is giving up what I need for myself.
My heart split through hardships some call it heartless, but my heart print hardened through all the hearkened. Presently present. Still present when gone. With a presence effervescent. How couldn't I bomb?
Explode so gracefully, I hold these words sacredly.
Save a plate for me. I wrote this while the wake was ceased.
In the moments that they prayed right before the feast.
A bow wasn't paid cuz I sensed the seas.
Heard her voice singing softly as she cradled peace.
Washed me away. As the tears rose to knee.
Flooded softly. Drowned me in her weeds.
Entangled me as I soared to a higher a league.
What you cradle when your vision of love dies? Never seen pops and moms love in close ties. Bastard baby. Bastards made me. Don't question my crazy. I been a humble saint, don't make me end sane, please. No time for fugazi. Times played me with times so shady. Born a 90's baby feeling pressure from the 80's.
Who saved me?
Only my inner peace through chains freed.
Looking for love, sorry if the path been shaky.
Couldn't trust it. How could I?
When the only view I have is bird eye.
Feeling like *** everybody, but I let the song cry.
They cry often.
I Radio Raheem the coffin.
Just to find something to get lost in.
But I'm fine.
