this the shiit...
I hear them in my head; my growth abides them
They love to play me loud in omnious tones of silence
They need me outdoors, mothered by the streetlights
Then i look up, above n out; perform a freestyle
Vehicles pass-by in slo-mo, lookin like Satan's pets
I envy hospitality... maybe bcoz my patience' sexed
I'v grown so weak; I dont feel my parents' existence
A couple more heavy thots then i'd walk back Home. But Distant!
Smile at a Welcomin father at the door, unintentionally hav my eyes spoken
Then reach for the bed-straight, dead-faced; sleep with my eyes wide open
Wake nex mornin to a sky of hope n disgust
The blue's now light. The white clouds hav me lift up.
..not again.
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