These are the brakes
Lay awake to the prayers of an atheist
Take what is giving
But make believe that it magic
And brake a 300 years course
Hear that Jesus is returning
We mourn babies left abandoned on clerk house floors
In love with the man who **** her
Hands press to a swollen belly
Undressed her skin to reveal the scares
Pealed back layers of flesh to trace her ****** features
We didn't just appear by way of Ain't Cha Mama
Hear the national anthem song only how them southern Baptist can
Kin folks up north longing for nana sweet tea
And summers out on the porch snapping peas
Packing a nap sack of a few of your favor
It track and flee
If only they could had read that they was free
A athletes pleading outside of heaven gates
Grace is said even if plates are empty
Don't tempt me with register unattended
Eric Garner was a friend of mine
Lady liberty wouldn't give me the time of day
Dress hike up so I said ***** just asking for it
Say my name
The one with like twenty syllables
Only alibi is that the ***** is a lier
Flag blindfold my eyes
The anthem song by a southern Baptist plays in the back of my mind
God is found before they have time to draw back their sling
Soul descend to the heavens
It end with where y'all leave me
Body cradle in the arms of a southern woman
Here I'm home

What's the difference?

If any then there's plenty

Of many tears shared

Wear none of the brand labor

All my **** was hand me down

Thundercats drawers brawling in the halls

Four in the afternoon call for a ride home

Having poured from my cup a better potion

Love is a mixture of pain

Fed through a line in my vain

Of in these waken hours

Haveing to make believe in a convenient lie told

It's the old routine of long rides on short bus

Pride is usually just some cheap trinket pull out of pockets and shown

Once had a colorful backpack that had a blue dinosaurs on it with sunglasses

There was no running in the hall

A converted stager closet was my homeroom

The Image stuck in my head of bottles label with crossbones in the corner

The owners of what will become my inherit hurt

It not worth much these days

Said an old Jewish man at the pawn shop

He told me of the fights he once had in his front lawn as a boy

And sold me a toy gun

I talk funny and was thought of as queer

Left here cause I wasn't right

Led to believe that my existing was the product of American greatness

Said that if this was China I would be abraded at the age of twelve

If ever you could be love without never wanting to know pain

They mainstream you

Pick you first for their team

You ask a girl out on a whim

Her words wasn't meant to be kind

You hide behind head nods

Finding excuses not to read out loud

Used the one where there's something in your eye

And in the boys stall you stood till they call upon who ever next

Backwards written text

You're package as special

Lucky if you meet minimum wage of the age eighty

Taught by teachers that we was the product of crack fiends parents

Why even bother with college?

The fatherless ******* of slaves owners

A truth known to whites and blacks alike

Those of who you claim lack your intellect

Tell of none of my hurt

A lone inhabitant of a bitter earth

I bit of it sour fruit

Pour a cup of tea

That was neither hot or cold

I hold it to my lips

It not warmth or comfort I seek

But rather an uninvited truth

All that's known are the inherit lies of a puppet frog

For I am not the owner of sorrow but rather the borrower

Waiting for tomorrow as it only a day away

Who might I be then

A me that's slow but yet still flow from a stream out into a river

For I am the son who's the giver of his mother love

None of your words will be the sum of my faults

The vault that seal such memories that pain

And the healing words of a cartoon turtle

No matter how slow I travel I near ever closer in my journey

We was to never be

Ever as we was

Never will there be an us

Fever one self

And done you wrong

Like a country song

You was hurt so

Bring ***** in on the rug

And surly this was love

Such a women would don a crown above her

A polite southerner would say

Should had done you better

Then gone on to the next one

Loneliness draws the moth to the flame

Came to one door

Fed me from one plate

And give of one bed

You didn't wish to lay *****

Led me in pray

Even though I might stray

I ought not to be so lucky

You stuck along side

This fool and his pride

Use not my love as an excuse

For above which you will otherwise leave

A plate of rice and beans is kept waiting on the stove

For what else is Heaven but a place that service your favorites?

Of where grace is said before every meal

A space is set with an empty seat

I treated you badly

Had it not been for me you would had knew joy

Could had seen Rome

Known not of this silent that greets you

Cradling hands around a body that you couldn't lent me

In a home that you wouldn't rent me

Strength alone will only mend a heart but not heal it

I couldn't deal with such things as parting

So instead I started to write you a song

Before long it became a poem

And then just some words

If only heard in a dream

We might had been