written to a beat by my boy roland.
You're always following me into the knowledge I seek and it's meek but I speak of the roads that are bleak. All the crows that would shriek and the loads. Yeah, all those loads that we keep were just moments of deep sleep. Such deep sleep (that we had to sneak). But a jeep wouldn't sweep us away from the weeds that seap far into the weeks or deep down into the dreams that we hadn't known but wanted to see. You want it from me, with hopelessness hopelessly hoping to breathe & lovelessness loving the love that I seek. Branched in the hope of an oak I would be. Such openness opens for me. It's soaked in the sea, but so are we!! And so we both slip - Soap is sleak. So's shit. But we avoid and so we devoid the freudian void given. The earth's spinnin' - CATCH IT! Look, now the boy's ripped. Snow chose him and so his flow's sick - MATCH IT.
We share the same soul, center stage. I found us faceless, on the ground, face up....I was wearing your make up, and you told me not to set a focal point cause a point is an ending, and you weren't ready to go. N'now the bending light is casting shadows against our binary soul's - fortress. My sultress that's how it goes. Sun's solstice smites the snow, so don't shun when seasons blow.
It's unmistakable: pain is amiable. Plain and able. These fables...I stand corrected: shameful stories of a better self, not infected, but stable. Don't love me for you but love me for my love and the deepest parts of my blood. Thank You. Enjoy this strange change - as it will help you stay full. You won't have to walk over the mud if you don't wanna, and your brains' full. Test me, Mom raised Wesley right. I AM Chivalry. No, it aint bull. I'll steal the train and beat the shit up out the day that finds you shameful and on your way. I won't ever hit the breaks as I ride it down to your legs & ankles. What ageless life; to strangle life out of me. I'm mangled. Carry me.