A Pen Pal

I wrote this from a distance, call me a pen pal

It's so bittersweet because it has been a while

I bet you're still burnt, the fire is in your wounds

You can't remove the dark side, I am the moon

You are the sun, and I remember days

I would ab-sorb so much energy from your rays

The concerns of my mind would find another place

My soul and the sun occupied the same space

For a moment, I let her in

And then, who would have known it?

The true colour of her heart

She done shown it

What fragile pieces I had left

She done blown it

 

I write this from a distance, now a days we are pen pals

And it is bittersweet, cause babe it's been a while

I bet you're still burnt, it won't leave your wounds

You try to remove the dark side, I am the moon

 

You are the sun, I remember the blaze

I would ab-sorb so much energy from your rays

When I looked in your eyes this Hell was a better place

I would forget entirely about time or space

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This is the start

The start of the end

I planted all my seeds

The growth of trees begins

 

Never needed a guide

I wrote it myself

This is a dedication

To the women in my past

 

All the time they took from me

Like my hours was cash

Before I had never felt such a strong desire

So strong it could turn a man blind to the liar

 

In a race through the heat don’t get caught by the fire

Don’t let the bridges you cross turn into bridges you burn

J. Cole said once I ain’t say it again

 

I walk alone down these roads filled with homeless and hoes

I reflect on yesterday and design tomorrow

I escaped the Titanic, my peers drown in their sorrow

I reinvent myself until the version is final

 

Escaped the war zone with two or three of my soldiers

And let one round off for all of those who didn’t make it

The socioeconomic ladder has a couple rungs missin’

At the bottom, take a step and you’ll start slippin’

 

When we get to the top

We will remember your name

And while you’re still at the bottom

I hope to God that you pray

 

Cause even at the top of things this life is still wicked

My brothers have no faith in our so called leaders

My sisters have lost faith in our so called feeders

But I haven’t lost my faith in all of the above

 

The love will out last I keep it alive every day

But still my brothers sleep on concrete pavement

America’s chain is strong but the links are all weak

All I can do is give my all every time that I speak