Dearth...

Most of us want to believe in redemption and recovery, but not everyone who tries is successful. A life spent dreaming about days that never arrived, Melancholy hello’s and clever good bye’s, I play a blues for my block, Bullet holes and broken glass, Where it stops nobody knows, It all happens so fast, Chipped chunks of concrete, Stained with despair and deceit, Washed clear by a Mother’s tears, Who’s feeding this beast, An ode to blood run cold, Spilled in hot streets, Lost souls with a jones, For sins that chew their skin, Like cooked meat, Cash rules; but only children and fools, Does God protect, Life’s at my neck, Lord save me is my first and last breath, Still I watch the way I move and I wear my vest, My woman and my babies all bear my stress, Cause the game stay on my brain, And pain sit on my chest, I know scriptures from the good book, They teach me lessons I need, But my lover’s eyes still bleed, Cause of my lust and my greed, Consumed by want, loss, and need, So much of my deeds, Make a serpent out of me, Sowing poisonous seeds, Like Paul when he was Saul, Wow to the murderous me, Testing my will against my creator’s, The nerve of a me, Buy bondage with my fill, Like I don’t deserve to be free, And I am brother’s keeper, I take others with me, People who I grew up with, Even some of my friends Mother’s with me, Lucifer lives in what I give, They need to be running from me, Instead they whore and way more, To buy something from me, A little piece of some place, That’s not quite here, Nothings good about where we at, Where we’re going is clear, I need an intersection, Refuge from these, Invisible chains, Demons chase me through my dreams, They be screaming my name, Love of self and the pursuit of wealth, Built a wall between my soul and salvation, I traffic in tragedy, I distribute damnation…