eulogy

spent dead prez on dead roses

12 am when the church door closes

i ain't a christian, but i do sing

when it hurts, i do sing

 

"carry me to better places

where my break is"

it's only been a minute since it kicked in

been a minute since we linked up,

and i'd love to hear your voice, 

 

but i'm

too twisted, a lil ridiculous

wrote a verse in a note and sent it

wrote myself into pieces,

i fell so low that i couldn't reach it

 

and a preacher couldn't preach this

heart so golden

heart's been stolen

huh

it doesn't hurt like it used to

but the pain is fresh,

and the blood is new

 

and the shadow is you

we could climb to the treetops,

break when the bending stops

 

i want 

white papers in my white hearse

burn blunts to burn out my curse

 

the closest thing to a eulogy

would be a public reading of my poetry

yeah, that's right, i'll write about me

lowkey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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