don’t feel i have a breath left to speak
or plan set to keep
to hard to fall asleep when can’t imagine peace
and i’m falling to grief when ever cops chop a life brief
that’s why i keep inside lying low so bullets can’t find me
justice never had a good side for my refining
i’m to good at minding my own less they confine
think i’m blind trying to fit me in a box that doesn’t bind
it’s never the time to address the step over the line
but i’m suppose to treat you divine with spine misaligned
unkind developing scars on influential minds
what a time be when lynch mobs are assigned to seek
can’t find relief,
when even speaking out is another quick way for you to lie deceased
want to die is peace
not pieces of what i use to be
can’t look ahead if i’m just another eulogy
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