300
I gotta create for my anxiety
Wish my uncle seen sobriety
Instead, he seen the lights like “camera action”
Funeral vans, the family reaction
I slept on the floor where he walked
So, I gotta do better
Pump-action just in case the afterlife come faster
Running from my passion like I can really hide from myself
So, I lie to myself
Time for self-reflection
Feel like the wealth skipped me
So, I write this on a sticky note
I’m lacking loose leaf
I tell my story loosely
Would I tell it like is with a gun to my head?
A bottle in my arms like a baby
Drunk saying a prayer
Will my soul vibrate the earth on the day of ascension?
Or will I beg and plead for an extension
Eyes wide at attention
As I take my last breath
And I ask for forgiveness
