I picture us falling down a bottomless pit
And we're nearing a section with a divergence in it
We can hold each other as close as we want in the minutes we have left
But that does not change the reality that the divider will show up
And split us in two
Let us imitate intimacy
While we're still in each other's vicinity
And though I've inconsistently felt your proximity,
I know that, for now, you're here with me
A day before she goes, it feels like it could snow
It's so cold out
A day before she goes, I find myself below
Just crying out
Our hearts, heavy, worn, ignorant of what to do
They cling to each other and wish that the two
Could once again become one
And that this all would be done
I take each step forward
thinking about the steps you took without me.
My heart has faith
in the love that it felt
and it knows not how to give up.
But the pain of your indifference and neglect
hits the shore made of pebbles and shells
we collected all our life,
for the one we shall love.
But tonight, I am leaving this shore,
venturing into waters that I do not know of,
to feel what you feel.
So we may be united in hatred,
if not in love.
when we go back in time,
will we find something that is familiar?
will we find a sign?
will we find moments that we can remember?
when our hope is lost,
will we find a way to make it work?
will we care how much it costs?
if we try maybe we'll find our luck.
we will see what others can't see,
we can also be what others can't be,
and still be who we are.
clutch them tight
don't let your eyes
show the fright
don't be seen
clench your jaw
contain the screams
try to blend in
look like the rest
i give up
i'm letting it out
don't run away
listen to my shouts
i'm telling the truth
the world is my jail
there's no time to live
only to fail
so i'm done trying
to walk this rope
until the world figures out
there's no hope
It is a strange feeling...
to not belong.
Like all your layers are peeling.
Like every decision you make is wrong.
I miss everyone who has ever loved me.
I miss that feeling of my soul being warm.
I am just about as far away as I could be.
All my plans are lacking form.
I am a shapeless human,
without a mission, without a plan.
My soul has cracked just enough to let the gloom in.
Wanting to be strong, not knowing if I can.
My biggest fear was always weakness,
but it seems now that is all I am.
My newest personality characteristic is meekness.
But maybe I'm not supposed to give a damn...
Maybe that's what I was supposed to learn.
That not all our dreams fly.
Sometimes our efforts just burn.
That you can do whatever you want, is a lie.
That it is ok to let go.
It is fine to be weak, to lose.
That I can rise once more from this low.
That I will sing gospel after the blues.
Ran out of tears when I was 14.
Nobody made me but these same streets.
Too many people think they built and made me.
they really made me then replace me.
Listening to weekend, while driving on the weekend.
Still a shallow nigga, but still drowning in my deep end.
Don't take offense though, it's just me playing defense.
But if you left or wasn't for me after reading this then repent.
Grew up with my father, refuse for anyone to son me.
They play all day, while I'm tryna get the money.
Work hard on my craft, OVO should try to fund me.
Yet I know she wish, that nobody ever loved me.
This the life we always fantasized.
troubled money, dreams and spreading lies.
Watch me loving you through everything opens many doors.
hear screams already for an encore.
Writing like I was the star boy.
Sun and moon, Birth to a star boy.
Called it well
It's hard to dwell
It's hard to tell
When all your money's in a wishing well.
But wish em well.
Ship has sailed.
Trip to hell,
With captain anonymous.
It's was 10 of us
9 of us
8 of us.
Descend to 1
Now Me is us.
So I aim for chest, arms, head.
Now it's only to the head.
I talk and god bless the dead.
Athlete and studios for life.
Bet they didn't get what I said.
I'm the greatest Henry from the county said.
All these so call rappers starting to sound like a lot of my old shit.
I love you through everything.
The End January's lit.