When We Go There

The difference between a rut and a grave is just the dimensions

I’m in another dimension, I am the star above the horizon falling I am an ascension.

I am the spirit that floats in the attic wavering off in the darkness put my mouth right up under the faucet yet the water is seemingly caustic, wide awake. I just might my catch me a fade, blow me away

I want to feel all the pain and passion blood dripping off of my face, but I admire the taste. Finding

Yourself in these moments rising up out of a coma riding a wave of emotion with the deepest of devotion.

And when we go there

I know

We never come back

Back home

The Rivers on fire

Can’t hide

Kaleidoscope eyes

Fake smile

Pardon my step. Foot on they neck.

The deeper the depth, The higher the debt ain’t holding my breath.

Granny was carving a map of the stars on our family crest.

I was done losing my mind in the back so I had to relax.

Came back home, I got mistreated just like a vet. Cut us a check.

Got a couple things I don’t regret.

Nostradamus all on my conscience almighty dollar place your bets.

Same old story you know the rest.

Making me sweat they soak and wet

Guts on the floor with an open chest (damn)

And when we go there

I know

We never come back

Back home

The Rivers on fire

Can’t hide

Kaleidoscope eyes

Fake smile

With a curse upon his tongue he never forgot where he came from or the block he created his name from looking up in the trees he feeling relieved from the madness he had to escape from.

We going home, nobody answer the phone, off the identity look for serenity nobody enter my zone.

Spring Break 99’ - hit em where the sun don’t shine. Speaking through the whispering pines.

I can’t think, I can’t see, I never hear them right assuming its all lies, yet one is never ashamed

Poetry melting the brain. Would he be dying in vain?

Dang. They all reacting the same. Vagabond nature they hop on the train.

Aint playing no games. Lodged in the trenches and dodging the pain

Ride for the gang man, tide bout to change. Rockin the bass like I'm robbing the bank.

We in the same boat, that bitch bout to sink. Wishing my mind would just pass me the reins.

They holding on by a string. Cherry picking history out by the seams.

Siphon your energy fighting them demons. Not your enemy don't give me the reason.

Switching it up, changing the seasons, sipping on tea with midwest heathens.

Tryna grow, light the way like a beacon.

But when I'm broken, I'm focused on breathing.

And when we go there

I know

We never come back

Back home

The Rivers on fire

Can’t hide

Kaleidoscope eyes

Fake smile