Anticipation

Anticipation, this brother can't wait, cause his fate is migration to another plane where his soul is destined to remain forever detained chained to the flames that are fueled by the palate of life's pain Ð Struggle, job juggle, from behind enemy lines peace of mind smuggle, we all hustle, weaving stories that's straining the heart muscle, because reality is much harder to breath outside the bubble. And I'm running out of tries, I'm running low on maybe I can's and I realized that I'm fresh out of lies. And everything ain't ok no more since indifference and ignorance have been waging a war, my innocence killed in cold blood on the floor, after watching the execution of truth seconds before, life is the blair witch and the son is the star its unbelievable how lost I are or am. But I find comfort knowing that every river hits the same dam. Pardon me ma'am but have you seen who I am and when is it exactly that a boy becomes a man? Cause man some of the things that I've seen and done would turn men to boys and turn some boys to son

God forgive me for letting the blood run but when I called your name I didn't hear you come.

Look, I know I'm the only one to blame nobody but me can carry my effigy when aflame. But if it's the same I'd rather not, cause I'd rather not lay in this bed of nails my own hands wrought with thoughts made taut by the things I was taught, battles I never fought, and dreams I never sought. And times I wasn't caught for things I shouldn't ought to be doing, mind ruined, heart gluing to pieces soul I sold to shatter the mold and break out of the fold of those who chose me to fit into a cast never meant to hold me, I'm only a man and that's my story, half way written cause a brother's still living so to this rhyme most brothers will halfway listen and front like the message they aint halfway missing. Son's fist in the air still, despite the scar tissue that conveys my will, I chill not, because the friction that's within my chest is still hot. And blue flame is something that the son still got. And regardless of the weather something son'll still rock despite the death threats I get from my regrets set to cassette loops of my mind playing Russian roulette. I still fight the storm, walk the landform, transform the norm, and live my life freeform

God forgive me for letting the blood run but when I called your name I didn't hear you come.