Stephen A ran outta material?
Don’t you got a first take on Syria?
South Sudanese got recipes for river flowers fam!
Don’t they got poor white countries to care about?
What’s Europe’s answer to the opioid epidemic?
The French, due to a war of attrition, know how to turn zoos into Costcos.
Is that why they buggin out?
Cuz when two or three are gathered
There He is also?
How they call us minorities
But move like they’re surrounded?
Thought it was gonna spill on my way to work
Kinda reminiscent of Judge Judy
In how she moved through her earth
Saw me in her classroom
Spreading hope and happiness
Told me to “get out!”
Better to leave than disrespect the ancestors
Can’t wait for her to find out
Jesus looks like Colin Kaepernick
We were so happy onceSmiling
Never knew but still felt the temporality of it all
Looking at old pictures trying to recapture it
Kinda like the sorrow I feel when I use heating pads in my glove
I snap em and instantly feel regret
The liquid becomes a hot solid
Burning my blue fingers
The harder I squeeze the better I feel
But the sooner I know the heat will end
Would that I never squeezed you too tight
Would that I never allowed fear to freeze me
I need you and I pray that you need us too
Whiteness has ruined you
Ruined me too
I wanted to suppose but I know
It’s all I’ve known
Love churches, leave churches, ain’t perfect.
Need nurses. Don’t want hurses. No more curses.
Flaring up. Who care enough to tear it up?
Socialism and vocalism. Let’s share, enough!
You selfish. Don’t even know what wealth is!
Not til you don’t have it. U know what health is?!
Step kids feeling like they orphans.
Parentbuyerremorse daydreaming of abortions.
It’s sickening! I look to sky. Who listening?!
Same robe as Job (thunder rolls) I’m envisioning
Tickling leviathans commanding the shore to bend.
Fake smiles abound it seems they all pretend.
I don’t want it no more I’m looking forward to the end.
Peaceful. Gentle. Only question is when.
Trumpets and then I’ll be out of sight
Or surrounded by my love ones too tired to fight.
Is it right to have excess and claim you are blessed
When excess got you stressed home life is a mess?
Internal bleeding needing me to sit back.
With no kick back the end approaching I’m yelling get back.
This ain’t a sitcom my body is Vietnam.
Hard to stay calm when your body won’t stay warm.
The glory is at the end of the story.
So even through the trial,
I know that God is for me.
If you take that medicine
How you gon get thin?
Now I’m flared up
So much fatigue
Arthritic in my joints
I’d tell you how I’m feeling
But what’s the point
They talking bout my kidneys
Thinking what my kids need
Can’t hit that overdraft
I think that I budgeted
Forgot to do the math so now I’m
Now I’m flared up
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