I was 16  when the bell
on the phone rings
It's my homie from church  an ex dope fiend
A little older  wore his
heart on his shoulder
A hiphop head so we
connected on the totem
Back then I'd kick verses
and he'd be on the scrotum
I wish he were around to
hear these verses that I wrote Him
Just to clear the air
confusion and misquotings
A good kid with black
clouds following his motions
Like hear ye hear ye
but they don't hear me
The headline I've read for
the tenth time  its eerie
three dead  including
Sunday school teacher
An ex dope fiend
turned extroverted church leader
Is this realmy hairs
raised suddenly
I'm drowning in emotion
while shivers swim subtly
I read on
an affair that ends tragic
Teachers pleads for life
down the barrel of a magnum
Then point blank shot
dead together with his lover
Before the lovers husband
took his own life from him
My eyes turned red
welled up a watered gaze
From hurt  fear  and let
down in lots of ways
God  Why would you
allow this if you save
When evil lurked within
why did my homie disobey
We got one life  is it ok to be afraid
At least we got that option
stomping through this maze
Its ok to be afraid  many
don't have that option  that's
So we mourn today

Here one day  then gone away

things will never be the same

I remember her
soft skin and her caress
The mistakes that I made
and her grace
when I confessed
Like politics me
and her it was complex
But all the stains
would wash away
each time our minds
Connect
We had history
old school like a cassette
Together we opened doors
explored  she knew me best
I imagined us forever  ever  ever
But now I wish I never met her
Why won't this feeling letup
I can't forget her
staring at our empty bed
The silence is screaming at me
so I stay awake instead
And in the sheets  there's
rooms for extra legs
On my phone no SMS
missed calls  or messages
From tying the knot
o farewell goodbyes and
My stomach twisted up in
knots like Bear Grylls tied them
The start and end  it comes full sphere
From the cradle to the grave
I wish you were here
Here one day  t
hen gone away

things will never be the same

It's been a little while
since I seen your face
getting kinda hard to move on
But the pain is motivation

though its frustrating you
don't know what you have until it's gone
It's been a little while
since I seen your face
getting kinda hard to move on
But the pain is motivation
though its frustrating you
don't know what you have until it's gone

then gone away

then gone away

then gone away