I am not Jesus
What was up with all that *****with the keys?
The transfer of seed?
-Not unlike me
I come into a tree
And randomly free myself of my street
I come up on a beat
And leak out my literal leaf
And ache at the pillory awaiting the generation of me
I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen
But what does one trigger hand have in battle?
I would rather the peace be kept
And my life be given instead
I would rather a dead man be kept
Than his resurrection come once again
I would hate heaven to see me
When I curse at people who don’t see me
I would adapt to anothers kin
If he didn’t feel the need to always resurrect them…