city's s.k.i.n
• Written by LatreAfiah
You wanna see your son, right?
Not in front of that gun right?
Body hung by the sunlight?
You taught him to run
You expect him to come right? Not with air out his lungs right?
Cause your prayers was sung right, who you finna confront?
I'm the son of a soldier, son of a joker, jumped with my nose up, colored by Hova, with a hundred crayolas
Covered by nature, compasses show ya, where i'm from in a paper, a punk or a pauper
Son of a fighter, son of a slaughter, son of a,
Son of the mighty, son of the broken, son of a,
Son of a slave, the sun didn't show what's, under it's name, i'm something you know but,
Something you gave, or something you froze up
Son of a mother who only sings from her heart when her son's asleep
Son of a martyr, a father with psalms, soliloquies, blood on his palms, sing to me
Son of these waters bringing me 'cross the borders with windows creased
Summaries lost in history, hummingbirds call, curriculums, all us been taught for centuries
Question my start, my dignity, thinking my broad perspective bewildered your heart, what's bliss to me?
Ignorance carved validity into me, ain't no victories,
Victims that prove the point of the authors that weren't regarded and often called off as sickening, caught offguard with discrepancy?
Audemars on the wrists of these modernized politicians we philosophize like they're kings or queens
Son of a swindler, swings to me? A fist that's made for protecting me,
Not sitting down to be lifted up, face painted like Clifford, remember it far too vividly, you don't spark any interest..
You wanna see your son, right?
Not in front of that gun right?
Body hung by the sunlight?
You taught him to run
You expect him to come right? Not with air out his lungs right?
Cause your prayers was sung right, who you finna confront?
I'm so cautious, i need to be, too many sequences lead to me down in a grave
Frequency balance, i change frequently, sampled my pain, 'ppear to be half as estranged, it all devalued my name,
Peers give me half the complaint, dear to me? Cancel my wage, care for me? Can't disobey, fears i keep next to my faith,
Sequel me? No one as safe, seems to me all of you just some seeds that never reached for the rain,
Keeping me out of display, seeing my hand through the haze, reaching
No silver spoons, damnation in those projects
Different hues, masquerading as a college
Lost in translation, moved apartments, thoughts of landscaping, fuck a office, sneakers by the gate, them kids swarm 'em
I ain't felt at peace since last august. Mind replenished, feed from my conscience, confidence, defeat, defines all us
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LatreAfiah
Member since October 8 2019