Brush

Rap like my ancestors regaining their pigment Lightskinned slave body cane sugar waded existence My first new years I remember Star swang his blade from the kitchen Stream me, push pressure these wavs breaking the spigots Watch these niggas kick the water with they spider legs Rewriting my verses, held an open mic for the crickets White walls painted, bullet stuck in his head like a pop song By God, side profile moon crescent of stitches Blessings Guilt shadows my projections Brushing stories off their tongues, never passed on the message Leaden Matted mustache my habits f*ck with retention Heaving Sit at the borders of remorse The impact scaffolds intention I cope by unloading the canteen on the desert Withstand heat, I sleep to forget, never dream to remember Two faced like Janus Percs yellow like the Jaundice rim Go to sleep