Whos Next
Yes this is all true
Everything I wrote in this
My eyes n mind as a witness
Becuz these are my feelings
Feelings that are real
Not no confession to an oppression or depressive or alternate objective
This is my canvass
My words that do n dont get heard
My thoughts that pick up n spark
My uffing bleeding heart
Yes I get picked on n joked on from those that like less ain't more
N I ignore
Plotting on new habits that won't damage but gain the home field advantage
So riff becuz the one time outa 9 others I wasn't outside the hospital standing while rain on me is crashing
This phone is working Almost better than urs with it taking heavy damage
Riffing n bitching ain't my cup tea no more becuz of what it did to us thru me
Saint I ain't
Nor perceived to be n if so
Correction pls
Becuz it ain't me
Everything is an endeavour
Right now shyt is thick not better
But that's my clutter
As I try to make this shyt
Into business
N mix a lil bit of faith in it
I'll wait
Uff my plate
Uff my face
Uff everything that'll make me get outa face n my place be more at a disgrace
Here I am so demons come this way
Wear any face
I won't change this game we play
I won't deliberately dismay my road that I go on as I pave
Lord I read ur serenity around my wrist
N keep thinking how we gonna get thru this
When clenched fist don't let anything in
I guess well see
Even tho words can be cursing n hurting
They too can relieve.....Peace
Copyright © Eddie Merritt | Year Posted 2011
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