For-Sake

As I tattoo Phi Theta on my chest And watch the knowledge steam up from my veins In tendrils, smoky gray In wrath, twisted fury the likes we have never seen Oh, how I envy the dress of Philosophy I wish I could have donned it on the night of prom And danced and sweated to dreadful lyrics But the best beats this side of town has ever seen And I die Every time somebody writes God on a piece of paper Every time God makes us write him down on a piece of paper I die And drip the ebony perspiration of grief on the Church walls He is supposed to be a secret, Graffiti-ed and Glorified In deserted subway tunnels Found in the hidden lines between the Dead Emcee Scrolls Oh Looooooord, Could you give me the number of the apartment the Muses live in Philosophy is mad at me and Fortune slammed the door in my face For stealing a piece of paper with Your name on it I just Wanted To be Closer I just wanted to feel How it felt to have a heartbeat so I could spit out these lines faster Like the middle of a rolled up tortilla in my Tia’s kitchen Full of butter, dripping like a hurricane about to die in Arizona I search for thee though every single bite Letting you seep into my taste buds Letting you leave this bitter taste in my mouth Forsake me! Forsake me in the darkest ally so I know what love feels like God, Why have you forsaken me? All I want to do is see the Sun for the first time out of the cave and feel Love Because I come to you, I beg to you, I talk, I shout, I whisper For you, for you, for you You never answer Forsake me! Forsake me in the darkest ally so I know what love feels like.