I love that they can’t give me love
Because a lot of people don’t like to open up
I’m an open book
An easy place to unload an empty clip;
I get it now
We need stronger families and
Tighter grips
It’s easy to lose your mind in it.

We did away with the huts and
Created rooms
To segregate where the flowers bloom;
I want to see your hardships
On your ***** blacksmith apron,
I don’t find that “embarrassing”
I find that transcending
We’ve done it forever on our rocky shores.