BIG WAVES

Woke up with the breeze running across my face turn on the shower
I need to take a cold one
With greasy skin after 12 hours of smoking and leaving the drapes open
The sun beaming
I’m another day older 2 verses better another page closer of practice to see
your hearse rolling down the avenue since you tried to write a verse that’s
colder
I’m falling apart year round so my persona impersonates October/th only reason
I’m winning is my faith so I stay on my feet and keep lifting my shoulders/when
I can barly walk because the girl I love is gone so I don’t know if she’ll ever
show up/
The flow is cold as the hearts of all my exes so you can’t even see my breath
when it’s snowing
I thought had control of my emotions but the more I drove past your face on the
wall it caught me off guard and left the back of my hands wet
I’m going through shit I didn’t know I was
The only card I have left to pull out from under my sleeve has my heart on it
RIP to Bertha Johnson me and Your son just blew a blunt down in Larimer for you
I pray to God for truth because most of these artists are artificial
You really do the shit you say but really
You just tell your favorite parts and skip the larger picture
Your shits like the forehead of the Mona Lisa
I put my city in a frame with all good leafing
From my fucked up hairline to my addiction
I’m so thankful for all of my flaws and features
All of my issues
You won’t believe it
Keep away from that fuck shit every day so my conscience is always clean as a
whistle
Because
The devil is so deceiving
I Told Jerm we’re gona make it out of this Mental rut and fuck it up without a
bitch ass label either
And keep my face down on the page
We want truth we don’t need your fake ass preaching
I remember huffing ether at flagstaff and got robbed by those crips that beat us
My mom prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed
So I’m just thankful she did
Been Grieving a death for years and all of a sudden my eyelids started leaking
Stomach twisted in a knot
When we buried you I didn’t feel
Shit but now it’s stings me
I won’t leave my city or stop til they compare my stories to August Wilson
scenes
I got clean on Centre Avenue at the church by the Jitney
With 100 people on the street
The truth depicted
Nothing really like what you give us
And I do it sleeping
You’ve been trying to hard for a minute to be somebody different and that can’t
be easy
It’s never been pretty since I got here
Had a girl crush but her dad smoked cracked I tripped the alarm off hopped on
my skate board and got far far the fuck out of there
Thank God we found prayer