STATUES

Feels like I been running years Hurdle the hurts that I hide from my peers Peers closer to the seafront Rapping is my job but I don’t speak much at home Silence is my sanctuary when feeling alone Perfecting my woes Drowning in em Smoking this crow hope clouds are lifting Who am I becoming? Get Higher just to pray that I don’t plummet Fuelled by bitterness my tank is over running Clutching at fibres I wanna feel something I’m scared that I’m missing the boat swimming isn’t sink ing if you’re willing to float Time causes ripples when you’re flinging a stone Sediment grows till eventually soaked brehs getting wet for a coat What’s a deposit when a Shank in your pocket feds at the top of your road Give it and go Wisdom is growth Give me a toke Older that I’m getting Has me closer to my ending Life is like a sentence that is pending Mark every question that I’m sending Paraphrasing pain isn’t pleasant strange fruit hanging Drained through baggage Make do habits Face new manners Fork and my knife in my left and my right Seat at the table speaking a new language.. Spanish Inquisition Wonder if they’d cared if I was missing Wonder if they cared about my prison the kinder you are the harder you fail, humanity fades the darker the male or person, I had to play the race card I was dealt, I fathered myself with many women part of the tale, you would let your mum feed you when she's starving aswell, I'd rather the jail, dreams sold marked the start of the sale, the chosen people are the last on the shelf. Thelarger your wealth, the more they target your belt he did rather well do for self and escape, You would be the same if you made your wealth in a day. just helping a mate, trying not to melt in a place, that's tryna hold me to the fire every step that I take, A child born and her destiny waits, dies young cos of the state they kept the estates in, you don't regret your mistakes, you swept em away, get em to pay. for peace talks never mention my name, bring a severed head to lessen the pain, or just more change less of the same, admission of guilt confession of saints. In 2 months we gotta tell em again. My brain..