Milling

You came in like a whirlwind

Swept me up and made me your girlfriend

At the walls I built, you were eating

I drowned out all common sense

With the sound of my heart beating

If I ever start to think clear

I’ll realize I really shouldn’t be here

Guess Who’s Going

“Guess who’s going to jail tonight

God gon post my bail tonight”

Guess who went to jail

Guess who went through hell

Guess who has another wild story to tell tonight

It wasn’t bail but it was bond last night 

Word is bond

We tight 

I found my real friends, alright 

24 hours of darkness 

Never wanted to escape the light

Tryna live the life, but live it right

Trying not to dwell on my plight 

Tryna focus on the delight 

That I just got outta jail last night. 

After Hours With God

You ever been underwhelmed ?

It’s slightly worse than overwhelm 

Bc there an absence

A void

Blackness 

And not the good kind

Not the hood kind

Sometimes typos make sense 

The soul sucking type of deep abyss that lunges you backwards into your childhood and everything you’ve ever tried to ignore…

And what for ?

I saw your eyes and felt your skin

You oozed of love and now you 

Don’t want me anymore ?

This that “damn lil mama where ya mans at” type shit

Like there’s options and I’m exercising a couple

But I’d rather quit 

All options ain’t viable 

All options ain’t good 

That’s something that needs understood 

Or you’ll just get underwhelmed 

And retreat to solitude 

Where the line is thin between solace and loneliness and you’re jump roping with it

Into the late night hours 

Begging for superpowers to get your through this intense feeling of hopelessness or is it helplessness or is it ..

Fuck I don’t know, does it matter ? 

I just hate it

And I can’t escape it 

So I talk after hours with God