Pouring out ounces of liquor for the bad days Smoking on petals for a glimmer of the yellow shades Pedaling away the pains that make me feel complicated Holding my mother tight until the day my body starts decaying I’m trying to block out the sirens I’ve been hearing The cries and bullets that I see body piercing I see the cuffs and blocks that this city bought over you I feel the blues I see the tears soaking in my mothers wounds These scuffs on my chucks are the same that my heart has endured I wish our future was secured But I keep seeing death from those so pure Colored bodies laying still I hope their souls fly past the moon I hope the after life is bliss I hope the sun glimmers and rids of the caliginous I hope my words live on after I don’t exist And you sing about me so my energy won’t drift
