The exact day... He took a ride in that hearse
Down King st. And First
I was hurt
I tried to inflict that pain elsewhere
...
It didn't work
It made things worse
Made me know that I was gonna get put in the past tense
Makes a little sense why I don't have sense
I been tense every since then
But the things I do; don't invoke as amends
So am I hurt, or am I jus selfish?
I'm just lost
I'm just helpless
So I only do what I know
What I was taught
What they showed
Who is they?
Should I repeat something I learned from them?
I try to consider what I learned from him
But the words he spoke is not audible, to a mind that can't think logical
A heart that is sorrow
And a life that doesn't care about tomorrow
Is that even a life?
Well I'm alive
But I'm not ripe
I love to do what have been done to me
I don't like how slow she sings, but I help keep the record on repeat
Contribute to the hostility of the streets, which make each corner so bleak
Keep families weeping
Throwing away possessions
Cleaning
Sweeping
Bringing congregations together,
Tearing mutual amities apart
Not valuing life
Maybe I will when the light shines on me
Until then my path is dark
...
He's dead , how do I follow my heart?
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
The exact day... He took a ride in that hearse
Down King st. And First
I was hurt
I tried to inflict that pain elsewhere
...
It didn't work
It made things worse
Made me know that I was gonna get put in the past tense
Makes a little sense why I don't have sense
I been tense every since then
But the things I do; don't invoke as amends
So am I hurt, or am I jus selfish?
I'm just lost
I'm just helpless
So I only do what I know
What I was taught
What they showed
Who is they?
Should I repeat something I learned from them?
I try to consider what I learned from him
But the words he spoke is not audible, to a mind that can't think logical
A heart that is sorrow
And a life that doesn't care about tomorrow
Is that even a life?
Well I'm alive
But I'm not ripe
I love to do what have been done to me
I don't like how slow she sings, but I help keep the record on repeat
Contribute to the hostility of the streets, which make each corner so bleak
Keep families weeping
Throwing away possessions
Cleaning
Sweeping
Bringing congregations together,
Tearing mutual amities apart
Not valuing life
Maybe I will when the light shines on me
Until then my path is dark
...
He's dead , how do I follow my heart?
This is for the people who fill the streets. With no where to go and the town they call home is broken into many pieces. I come from a difficult background but I don't let that define me. I move on and try to do whatever's necessary to be healthy at body, heart, and mind. There's hope , but we have to go get it. It don't wish on us. So someone out there feel me on this and can relate. One love
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